Winter View

Woe to those who stand before
The unending love I have borne,
Whispering words of a forgotten lore
And the heart that I shall forever adorn.

Sweet nothings is all I have from you
Not one single touch nor kiss,
But I only have one single clue
Without you, I’ll be in depression’s abyss.

I want you to know one single thing
I will forever love and adore you,
Your love is my springtime
In a purely winter view.