Love Like Winter

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