Cold

Cold is not the season, it is the condition of heart
Cold is not the temperature, it is life's path
When desires rule the heart and wants the mind
When ego is at its acme and love has gone away
Cold is not the air, it is the look in the eyes
Cold is not the metal, it is the touch of the hand
When those who matter turn away
When those who should care are far away
You feel cold inside, its not just outside
Nothing can give warmth when love has died