Unwritten

Standing alone, in this bitter cold
Thinking of you
The only warmth to my dark soul
A sacred heart of truth
Sleeping alone, in this bed of death 
My chest becomes erect 
Creating shivers down below
My hair tangles in a mess 
Suddenly I've lost all control 
There is something I must confess
You're strange though a beautiful soul
The mate to my dreary marrow
I love you so deep so  
Buried that you will never know 
Spoken word a secret fantasy
Our story has yet to unfold