Fearful exile

Fearful exile… a tenacious resolution. Bitter fear… could she make this pain disappear. Her soft skin against mine… her had resting on my chest. Her sweet aromanous hair falling down my neck… her warmth chasing the icy death away… the cold pain. Frost bite once laid in my heart cause she thaw its icy decay… and from the ashes of my dead heart could she bring love? My mine drifting… the confusion gone… in her eyes. My rage slowly dying… my soul free and renewed. My love flowing… my fingers stroking… her soft skin; caressing her sweet and tempting lips. I feel myself beginning to fall… fearing the pain it could bring… a lovers recourse… a hurt mans sin. Fear for this and for even finishing these words… for fear I leave and hope have this love… this lovely wonder in my arms.