Hot, Hot,
Hot- Cold, Cold, Colder.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrugh!!
In the deep
midwinter,
I have
looked around to see,
How the love
is being found,
Stored so
deep beneath the ground.
Ickle,
little seeds are rising,
Nothing new
or law surprising.
But what has
grown for you and I,
Is not
cooled by wind nor rain,
Nor does it
melt in summers’ heat,
I find your
love is always sweet.
Shivers caused
not by the ice,
I smile
because you’re oh so nice,
And blow me
softer to melt my
Heart, made
softer in your arms.
In the
winter of my discontent,
You always
knew just what I meant,
When the
days grew short and dark,
We danced
alone outside the park.
Still is
kept that frozen wasteland,
Once your
spirit outgrew that bandstand,
Never to
escape this fate,
Where you
and I knew how to mate.
Bold as
brass the monkey’s singing,
Nuts are
lost of caution ringing.
Seized the
day to learn affection,
Braced the
chill of loves rejection.
Maiden of a
proverbial icicle,
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