My God, will this winter never end?
The ice is thick upon my heavy heart
Laden with my cold, chilling sorrow
My very breath is but an empty fog
A dismal sign of what hollow frost lies within my lungs
My most precious sun has abandoned me
Left me out to freeze
From my blossom of radiant warmth,
No more shall I draw my comfort, No more
I long for her embrace
To melt my snowy spell
To rouse me from my slumber
Waking into the light of a new morn
Alas, my sweet sun, she is gone.
The feeling when someone you love, someone who brings you comfort and warmth, seems to turn their back to you…