In Search of Love Concluded
He trudged the woods aimlessly.
The birch trees were devoid of leaves.
Cruel winds blew and wrecked havoc.
He did not even gather the twigs that fell,
Little caring what warmth they would shed when lit.
His body trembled with icy atmosphere.
Alas he woke up too late.
But now with spring, he feels the warmth again.
Something burns in his heart.
He is determined to find her.
Easier said than done.
He asks for her but receives cold shoulders.
Then he remembered she often worked on a mountain resort,
During the warm days of spring and summer.
So up he went hoping against all hope.
But she was there, a smile on her face.
“The usual dry red wine?” she asked.
“Of course, laced with a kiss.”
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