Without You My World Is Cold

Behold

The cold

I will unfold

Not as good as gold

Without you my heart is like the Arctic

Loneliness has been unsympathetic

With its bitter hand that’s been so passionless

I am in a dark world of iceness

Behold

The cold

I will unfold

Not as good as gold

A feeling that’s not lukewarm but chilly

Your abundance has made my hand frosty

The once active trees are unresponsive

The once rough seas are undemonstrative

Behold

The cold

I will unfold

Not as good as gold

Your forsaking heart makes my air wintry

The cool breeze just motionless; so stony

My cold body frozen to the marrow

Lying dead like there is no tomorrow