Frostbitten Heart Poem by Crimson Love

Fair cheeks,
hold The color,
I self proclaimed my love to be,
The heated warmth,
of a lovers breath,
sends such rush,
to my maidens face.

Palms carress the flame;
never burned...
but always inflamed,
A crimson Mind wonders,
thinking of love,
Yet not knowing what to say,
what is to be said,
when nothing need be?

One look,
Crimson ignites,
I long for such heat,
to hold our flame,
yet I know,
my fire is long extinguished,
by the ice,
That resides,
where no flame,
could ever burn...

frostbitten to the point,
where the amputation of
a blackened heart,
won't save me.