Coldheart

In the depths of the night, where shadows creep,

A cold heart lies in slumber, lost in the deep.

Emotions frozen, like ice on a lake,

A frostbitten soul, a heartache.

No warmth, no fire, just endless frost,

A heart so cold, it's been double-crossed.

Love's tender touch, a distant dream,

In the cold heart's world, nothing's as it seems.

But even in the icy depths it dwells,

A spark of hope, a tale it tells.

For hearts can thaw, and ice can melt,

In the embrace of love, they're often dealt.

So, though it may be cold, dark, and gray,

A cold heart can find its light, someday.

In the warmth of connection, it may start,

To heal and transform, the cold heart.