Love in the Ice

It’s not your fault those hands are cold.
Clinging onto the wounds of the past, afraid to love someone,
turning your back against the true meaning of the story.
The heart that is hugged slowly melts, like ice.
To be loved by someone, by anyone; it makes life shine like this.
If it was me, I would make your heart once again warm with undying love.
Fate’s play, even though it makes your heart ache,
when the tears end, a ray of light descends from the darkness.
We can grasp it.
We can feel the fierce painful touch of a person’s warmth.
Sorrow and loneliness, that every person endures,
searching for a refuge to mend-yes, for you, that place is here.
Don’t worry.
Don’t falter anymore. I will protect you.
Because it is love, as beautiful as it is miserable.
Don’t be afraid. This beautiful, beautiful time.
You know it is ephemeral.
To be loved by someone, by anyone; it makes life shine like this.
If it was me, I would make your heart, once again, warm with undying love.