Days grow longer, solstice is nigh,
Nature's rehearsing her part;
But a bitter cold hangs over me,
It's still winter in my heart
I laid my heart on the table,
I took a gamble...... but I lost;
The dream of love faded and became
A nightmare, preserved in the frost
I wrapped my loneliness in a shroud
And buried it deep in my heart,
Late one night, he pulled a thread....
It unraveled and all came apart
You can't recall love once it has flown,
When the arrow has left the bow...
Like a slow death from a grievous wound,
You wait for the final blow
I closed the window... the chill's too strong,
For me, Spring may never start;
I'll wrap myself in solitude,
It's still winter in my heart
Ever so sad and extremely touching with a very fitting choice of title. Haunting and full of melancholy-10
Amid the onset of summer, the heart is still wrapped in wintry solitude. Deeply melancholic!
Well I know I'm crying! Think I'll start a fire in the fireplace, curl up with a good book, and hope for an early spring.
Excellent! ! Your words are well chosen and in a way that pure emotion with a hint of melancholy. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely, but very poignant. A great poem Lora.