Love Haiku's

Winter freezes trees,
Like hate freezes the young heart,
And turns you love cold.

A spring bud opens
Like a rediscoverd love
In the morning mist.

My heart, cold as ice
Melting in the hottest fire
In a long, dark night.

Like a mask, feelings
Creat illusions; I smile
I'm dying inside.

I am what I am.
Like a child lost in a maze,
Taking my own path.