April 27, 2008 levi

Frozen Hearts 

A deep and cold frost-bitten night
The wind stole things that held my sight
And made my heart to search within
To find the love I’d lost again

The frozen rounded edge of night
A sickle-moon held sharpened white
The pain suspended on my soul
Of love that’s never grown too old

My heart so warmed by just the thought
Of life that long for I had sought
Melts a moment of my pain
And speaks a tear of our refrain

Levi Hill — Copyright 2003


All around nice guy.

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