Winter Of Love

Winter of Love

Across the ice sheets of faded romance,
summers that ended abruptly,
a tarnished pathway of prisms
glinting in the low greying sun,
they chanced across each other.

In the hueless barren landscape
where they alone could exist,
they built footsteps side by side,
a house of ice, furnished it with comfort,
the fire fed by the kindling of their love.

Through the blizzards of blackness,
they nurtured, nourished each other,
built dreams of perfect spring,
of promises kept,
impossible flowers from tiny frozen seeds.

As the sun rose, as the ice melted,
they found not spring, nor summer,
but two tiny icebergs drifting apart.