because miracles wear thin in the absence of warmth

so simple yet hard is good,
when everyone is yours,
and moments do fulfill,
what bliss to follow still,
a saving grace,
resounding,
as hearts do sing for breath,
and beauty abounds to love,
spilling your soul
for all to take... secrets,
to change indeed,
and man's reward does lay in simple things,
no golden gates or marbled floors to spare,
no thrones, nor floating beds, or diamond bowls to waste,
in heaven,
yet woe,
the speaks clear,
and eyes can feel intent,
because miracles wear thin in the absence of warmth...