I fall short
of that prize...

This poem
Is long overdue...

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

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

Endless reverie
of us coming true...

A day without you
would prove to be fatal...

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

Winter had fallen
The season was absolute...

So you know
this secret of mine...

Pretty rose
Rebel of time...

The sun sets
the race is won...

Through an ornate mirror
I stare...