My gentle death, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you call, sleep and wallow,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming of the calm that follows.
Let me compare you to a weak ember?
You are more beautiful, generous and cold.
Dark frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the powerful hold.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your darkness, nothingness and peace.
Thinking of your coldest touch fills my days.
My love for you is the nocturnal cease.
Now I must away with a quiet heart,
Remember my weak words whilst we're apart.