From the Cold
In the cold of the starligt
You made it quite warm
In the honeydew moonbeams
Your eyes held the storm
The tempests I've made of my life
And my love
Were caught in your pupils
All lit from above.
No need to cry, no, no need to weep
For the thousand unsaids that still lie with my sleep
The million bright moments we'll both go and reap
Will carry as far,
Will carry as deep.
Your beauty is silence
Our glory is new
Born free from the coldness,
That grief-killing slew
Your eyes are both mirrors
Reflecting my love
All filled with the light
Streaming down from above.
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