The Frostbitten Heart
A heart as black as blackest
Night
So desperately cried for a hint of
Light
But its cries were muffled
By that frostbitten veil;
A winter-blackened derelict,
Pelted by the hail.
Its cries soon became a stifled
Song;
A silent symphony
Of love lost and love longed.
But every heart that came,
With the desire to hear,
Was greeted with a warm veneer.
So the blizzard-begotten symphony Began not to play but to wail;
How truly tragic it is then,
That it could still not pierce the veil.
For how could one share love so warm that it Dawns the summer sun
When a heart who’s ice is frozen tears can brave Its storm for none.
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