Unseasonal Love Poem by Don Nguyen

He brought her flowers in her winter;
Out of season, for her, was his love.
To understand the love of a dreamer,
One needs to examine his manners,
He likes to write "suffer" and "tender"
Together, to speak ever softly to her,
Not to make her startle or wonder,
Like a rain drop, like faintest whisper.
You find his hands on her shoulders,
For he is hurt each time she shudders
Due to worldly cruelties, lack of love,
Because people can be hateful, harsh.
She is his world that ought to be full
Of love, that with his soul, he offers,
So that she will face a need never.
For himself even as the last she sorts
He will thaw her winter with the sun.