The Scars

The cold of Winter deep within
E'en on hot Summer's days
Prevents me from pursuing love
Since One's light left my gaze

Though this One has returned to me
The scars--they still remain
From eye to chin wet ice melts hard
A wound my eyes retain

In light of this the months have gone
And laughter has returned
That One and I did rise again
From ashes where we burned

But still I creep with cautious pride
Afraid my scars will show
For though my peace returned to me
It shines a harsher glow