Anti-Love
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s breeze?
Thou art more chilling and more cruel
Rough winds push you away with ease
with winter’s lease reveals a fool.
Sometimes so cold that hell would freeze.
Your rosy glow would dim
And every leaf from spring you tease
Then nature turns so grim
Eternal blizzards shall not fade
But fair possessions will
There’ll be no love within your shade,
your cold shall make you ill
So long as men can see your eyes,
They will see through your lies.
Copyright © Jennen Becke | Year Posted 2012
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