My heart is in winter.
My rose lost its bloom.
In love my pain enters.
It's cloud perpetual doom.
The spring has lost its shadow.
No flowers in my mind.
My garden has grown over now.
The vines will not unwind.
The snow and ice are coming.
My rose is left alone.
The storm is cold and numbing.
No garden to call my home.
My heart is in winter.
My rose shall never be.
In love my pain enters.
The winter shadows me.
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A melancholy piece that is so beautiful in it's struture Love duncan X