Winter Love

Love is like a winter day-
full of beautiful blank promises.
It reaches out and icy hand
as if explaining what it will not say.

Desolate and heartless; cold.
Leaving the soul to gasp out loud
for a strangled breath of endearment-
depressing revelations to unfold.

It seems lovely at the start;
dazzling and fresh perfection.
Soon to find that beneath it all
is barren ground- a broken heart.

Love is like a winter day-
it will come, but it won’t stay.
And when it leaves, all that’s left
is a deadened land and soul bereft.

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