Her cold embrace

Her cold embrace

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As her frost
Descends on my heart, icy.
Her glaciers move
Crushing the warmth
Of love, rejected.
Sacrificed the love
When not returned
As the love given,
Shaken off, cold shoulders.
Deflecting arrows, Cupid
Knows in remembrance
That time heals all
Keeps trying, believing
As true love fights alone.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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...I like this! It shows a tender side of you, in a dashing leading man sort of way. Do you read your poems to your wife?

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Not all !!especially this one ,cos she'll think its about her when its just a write for the one way .. read more
I felt you captured the isolation of feeling abandoned and unloved in this flowing verse Andrew.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you John had to be for the one way love contest lol
cold shoulders definitely deflect Cupid's arrow, and sometimes time does not heal enough...and those arrow's points become sharper but to no avail.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Yes how true Jacob depending on the armour lol. Thank you Jacob for your review
wow this is very chilly my friend. A love that can be so cold can leave you so very broken. Time does heal though and then make sure and find a warm hearted girlie! lol
Great write AM!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

lol its not me but for the "one way love contest". I pulled out all stops Even the fridge door is op.. read more
sereenaoutloud

10 Years Ago

yeh i know its not you .. you have an awesome wife!! :)
wow you really did your reach and .. read more
Excellent! Only time, is ultimately the healer of all wounds!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on June 28, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..