A fell north wind blows
chilling the air around me,
but nothing can match
the sadness in my heart.
I lose myself
to all sense of time.
I feel nothing,
just the pain I hold.
I await summers kiss,
a blessing to behold,
but only winter's scorn
can be felt by my feet.
He stands next to me,
whispering in my ear.
Voice as cold as night,
"You will die."
So I sit there,
my face in the snow.
I've lost all I wanted,
her kiss will never come.
