I watch the snow
Dance past my window,
Catching in the skeletal tree.
As an icy draft
Tickles my arm,
I realize a sad thought.
The winter outside is not
The only one;
A more brutal blizzard blows
In my very own heart and soul.
My love, my sweet,
Whose affection for me
Will never truly be,
You are my everything:
Every breath I take,
The tears I shed,
Even my soul.
Do not let me catch
The ever-closer creeping
Hypothermia.
Wrap me in your arms,
Warm my soul;
Brighten my life.
Be my spring
After a brutal winter.
Catch me before
I fall into the depths
Of my own hell.
Any happiness I feel is a lie to myself.
Depression is my addiction and disease.
Now I dread the
Upcoming holiday,
Knowing full well that
You will not, perhaps cannot,
Be my admirer.
Nevertheless,
Even in these stormy times,
Even when the storm has passed,
I will be yours.
It's an icy February.
