We met amidst the ice and snow,
Her hair with a golden glow.
She was white linen with red hues
And wore a smile to chase out the blues.
T'was when I was in gloom
When she came, like winter bloom.
Our arms entangled close together,
We breathed the warmth of the cold.
I even became too bold
To say winter was warmer than summer.
But nights were far brighter than days,
And I was a nightingale so out of place.
She was like winter bloom
When she lighted up my room,
And sent little perfumed flowers
And sweet carefree laughters.
Oh she was a very special being,
So neither of us noticed t'was nearly spring.
She was strong unlike other winter blooms,
That perish just as Persephone looms
To take her place with grace
Upon the earth's verdant dais.
But here I am, again in gloom,
For still, she was still, like a winter bloom.
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My Heart, My Sanctuary
PoetryDeep within the recesses of one's heart is a sanctuary, a special place where one can dwell without fear or despair. A collection of poems that speak from the heart, each page features the author's original art and photography. #1 in poems 2023/08...