The blizzard howls outside of your window
A white beast, tearing at the panes
Lashing out at your lonesome longing
As you lie curled in front of the open flames
Your heart has it’s own hearth
That burns steadily through the night
Scented candles and lace slips
Draped softly over skin
Wishes pressed so tight
Against the corners of your lips
As you watch me melt away
Like the faith we found in short stories
The catharsis after the epilogue's been read
Fate's hand is converging the lines of both our lives
Pushing gently at the fragile edges
Coaxing our left hands to pen letters
And make the sign of the cross
Across our turbulent chests
for Shannon...
