the frost in my words
evenly matched
by the ice
in your heart
and yet, it was not
so long ago
that fires had
raged within us.
those fires that had
warmed our souls
and given light
to our lonely lives
when did it start?
that cold wind ....their blowing,
shrinking of our beings,
of our fearlessly open loving hearts?
if its seasonal,
this tiring love game,
then I promise to ardently wait
for glorious spring again.
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