forevermore [poetry]

Love

A sickness
that never ends
An obsession
that normalcy transcends
Its a cold blade,
a bloody knife
Next to a flame
on a freezing night

The flame
provides consolidation
The knife
it seems an obligation
Of what is right
to hold and keep
Frostbite onto
your hands it creeps

Until perhaps
you feel no more
your feet
they walk an icy shore
For the thought of the flame
fuels the mind
Still your body trapped
in winter confine

The air around
bites at your skin
The ice below
is wearing thin
But lovers do
what lovers will
They walk the line
Despite the chill