Their is someone who

The simple thought of keeps me warm,

For whom my mirror flat emotions,

Kick up a violent storm,

Who's sins mean nought

Who's flaws are perfect,

Whom for no crime,

I could never reject,

Who can cast me out,

Yet after the cold, I still burn strong,

And lay tangled in precious

silence all day long,

To wrap myself tight,

Against such perfect form,

The thought of this once agian

With you will always keep me warm.