Winter Cold Blizzard Poem by John Sensele

In the long run, words I use matter
If I desire to strengthen contacts
Which need at least an FB message or a letter
That whispers from my heart affection facts.

In the long run, I loathe love triangles
That players take for granted
As in their hearts cheating dangles
Carrots in the thin line between being hated and wanted.

In the long run, fidelity nourishes affection
That lovebirds profess to feel for each other
In words, in thoughts and in action
That proves lovers for each other do care and bother.

In the long run, I feel trust
Doesn't land on a silver platter
Otherwise relationships go bust
Like an ice cold blizzard in Winter.