Sweet kiss of winters wisp,
Sapping away my heart slowly,
My heart belongs to another,
But winter is persistent,
Frail white flakes belittle me,
Slick, slippery ice nibbles me,
The cruel torrent of torment,
Dribbling in disguise,
As a maiden's sweet kiss,
I'm called back to fraught,
Whet with despise and lust,
The signature of the premature,
Attachment of a simple kind.
Why is it that we,
You and me, can't be,
As we each see, civil,
Tearing at one another,
In massive successions,
Dear Winter, loathe of my life,
Will we love one another,
As husband and wife?
