Requited Love has limits

written 2010

Pale white winter spread about

Like a dead love grown cold.

All the beauty first eyed

Was froze with ice

In a Hallmark scene grown old.

When began, this love affair,

So light and fresh and new,

We felt embraced and blessed

By nature’s kiss.

Our exhilaration grew.

But this tryst now long exposed

Is unwelcome in our arms;

Yet it remains to chill

And haunt our steps

With its long icicle charms.

Pale white winter still remains

Like a cold love long dead

Whose memory won’t melt

To let us seek

Spring’s florid breast instead.