W-I-N-T-E-R

word poem

W-I-N-T-E-R

W-hen we are apart, blood slows, mine heart grows turgid, it is now I need thy warmth
I-ntense is this feeling of emptiness, a white windswept wilderness is mine heart
N-ight is foreboding the inky blackness begs the spark, the light of love
T-ears flow, become ice crystals before they hit the ground
E-ver colder grows mine heart at thy extended absence
R-eturn my Love, thaw mine frozen heart with thy burning kisses

Reviews

[marlayesterday]

Again, this is beautiful. Night if foreboding the inky blackness begs the spark is my favorite line.

[♥ Kinnixk]

WOW. Nice :)

[joshua deathdealer]

This is awesome. I like the cold feel and your set up.