Search For Love

I still now search your heart; 

That painted red; my colourless soul's art,

I still crave for your gentle touch;

Needs that healing; life's wounds have opened much.

I still remember your last words;

But still hope; I will hear new last words,

I still wish for that deep hug;

Wintry afternoons together;

with warm coffee in mug.

But I know you will never return;

Been buried lifeless six feet under,

But this life continues to hopefully burn;

Because you are an addiction; a drug; that I would life-long render.