Father Winter

by Hazzle   May 29, 2012


Dry your tears, little one...
Your beautiful eyes are much too young;
Although life's scars are crimson red,
Just lay down and rest your head.

The world is heavy and harsh to goad,
but for now, I will bear the load...
Do not fear me or hide from my view,
I know I am cold, but my love is for you.

Lonely am I, once my place is gone,
For I cannot listen to your precious song...
The seasons will pass and my heart will weep,
Now that I know, forever you sleep.

Once I had said that I had great will,
But now I am lost, for I love you still...

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