The Ice House Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

We don’t talk much any more,
Our hands, too frozen to hold;
Warm kisses are memories,
This home now stands icy cold.

The frigid weather came in,
Clutching us in it's cold vice;
Freezing our hearts as solid,
As the Arctic’s glacier ice.

This ice house yearns for warm love,
To melt away this chilled freeze;
Yet, we urge mercury’s fall,
And get colder by degrees.

It’s cold in this ice house,
Hate-cicles hang by desire;
Frostbite may soon take our love,
While neither kindles the fire.