From me to you.

My heart goes out to you as I see you sitting there.  Cold, small and alone.  Vultures circle your weary flesh waiting for your breath to cease.  The vultures may be yours, it’s true; but still they watch and still they wait.  

Your face is pale.  Your skin is cold.  Your eyes are deep.  Your heart is shy, (an echo through your soul).  Your breath is heavy.  Your words are weak.  Waiting for things to fit?

It is all I can do but t present this small offering.  My love is sweet please take and drink.  For you a gift of mine.