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I’m beginning to contemplate;
Is it I who is feeling cold,
or is it you stealing my warmth? 
For this cold January air pierces me
Seeps into my pores and soul but when I walk alone,
I feel stoic

The air meets cold steel and falters
As my aura turns from warm love to armor
Remorseless and unfeeling I become something that I am not
but someone who emerges from a shell of a man that has begun to rot

I love you dearly and I know beyond a doubt
but I can’t help but feel as if you are veiled by a cloud 
Clandestine emotion and not even a sound
We keep more from each other than we have found

I believe that you are source of my remorse
I believe you are
Regardless, remorse and vivacity go hand in hand
One with out the other does not make a man

For one must know the pain and sorrow that life brings
in order to relish the song that we all sing
From the moment we take our first breath
to the last dying gasps in the grasp of death
We sing the song of life