Love like winter

Written by: Stefania Carmen Misaila

It’s cold
And I long,
Really not feeling well.
It’s winter while I
Touch you within the snow.
My thoughts race me
Horrifyingly toward you,
The pain, 
I can barely overcome.

It’s the bluest winter,
Like your eyes, my dearest.
And it feels so warm,
Just as the shadow’s
Riots never reach your side.
When your body’s
Not twisted
By butchers that don’t
Know the meaning
Of love, of weep.

It’s winter in our souls,
None the less,
May it be summer in
Your cheeks as
I bare you in my mind
Like this prayer.
In my dream we usually
Hide like my
Personal orison.

It’s winter and 
My soul’s so hollow,
I cannot even dare
To speak.
I’m still longing you, my brother.


© 2010 Stefania Carmen Misaila