A cold bitter air sets in
And eats away the heart...

Thorns grow tall on white roses
as a snake slithers by...

The sun kissed a window-
you told me when your eyes...

Across the sea
I returned...

Soft imprints in the sand
soothing sea mist...

The way you act
Can be likened to a child...

Not all plants raise
Against the battered season's plea...

I fall short
of that prize...

This poem
Is long overdue...

Endless reverie
of us coming true...

Could life be so perfect
to give me a girl...

Take me to that place
where no one has to care...