Icy winds come again bringing frost to Lovelorn's heart. Sun rises and breaks through hard edges of long since forgotten passions. Caressing hands kiss the opaque darkness of where a heart was lost. Falling dew drops grace Lovelorn's hungry face and holds it in its sweet embrace. Giving in to unbridled passion, Lovelorn sinks in to lustful greed and succumbs to blissful elation. Not one desire will remain untouched, unearthed or unfathomed. Heaven has opened up and swallowed all of Lovelorn's misery and pain. Giving Lovelorn a chance and place to at last rest an oh so weary heart.