My love is cold;
Your love is controlled.
My love is forever;
Your love is more an endeavour.
I feel like a winters breeze,
a frozen hush through barren trees.
I see you through the sprincles of ice,
a face—old and so wise.
My love, my world, my heart.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Dagmar Goeschick and writers in Poets and other communities.
Winter Ritual
Winter arrives without asking. It comes quietly, often overnight, when the world has decided to slow down. Winter is cold. Winter is white. Winter lasts three long months—sometimes more—and sometimes it comes with snow, and sometimes only with the promise of it. Either way, it changes everything.
By Dagmar GoeschickExclusive • 29 days ago
Comments (2)
Beautifully written however, I was confused. Your love was cold yet forever. Well Done!!!
This was so beautifully written! I loved it!