Mike Gentile Poet Iambic Pentameter

Needles In the Snow

The pain of feeling helpless is so great
     It pricks the heart like needles in the snow
If I could cure the sadness that you feel
     With love, pure joy is all you’d ever know

Though you may smile, your eyes belie your grin
     Their hazel beauty now a black tableau
I too can feel the sting of your torment
     It pricks my heart like needles in the snow

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Daniel Turner July 19, 2017 at 8:24 AM A lovely write, Mike:) Mike Gentile July 19, 2017 at 8:29 AM thanks Daniel

Heidi Sands July 18, 2017 at 1:21 PM This is a beautiful poem written with understanding, empathy and such loving care :) Mike Gentile July 19, 2017 at 8:30 AM Thank you so much, Heidi