(Content Poem) Content

Even upon death those we care about the most are always remembered.
Even in the most harsh December the heart can only be temporarily frozen.
It will be thawed and reawakened.
Never will we settle for being forsaken.
Such elevation as the temperature rises.
Love becomes of a constant high.
Always content till the very end.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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