"wintry Mixed"

Here I am feeling lonely and cold. My heart seethes, with anger; over the vows you sold. I raise my face, breathing in the wintry night. Wondering what happened, that sent us on this plight. Tears fall slowly, each frozen in time. Our love was once tender, caring, unselfish and kind. Do we still own the night, with the heat of passion? Then why do I feel numb, despondent; with no attraction? Can our hearts come together, as raindrops meet falling down on glass? Or will we be like, the different wintry flakes; that land and not last?