Bitter Winter Dream Poem by Kent Reymar Supetran

I have always dreamt of loving you
Your hands in my hands
My head on your shoulder, your lips on mine,
While dancing to the melody of angels,
Created just for our souls.

I imagine us under the trees
Me on my books, you in your thoughts.
And the wind sings with your broken harmony.
While the grass dances in so much gladness.

But now, how should I say this:
The night is young, and the street
filled with darkness, and your soul
Flickers with inferno; as the twilight
Fades in the midst of bitter coldness of winter
And the carnations, just as your feelings,
All withered away.

And I know that we were not meant for each other.
Your hands long for someone's hands, not mine
I ask for warmth, yet you gave me winter
The broken smile and the tears under my pillows know my pain and suffering
I do not blame you for not loving me
I blame myself for loving you too much
For loving the impossible.