©2017 C. Clary
When winter dew kisses the earth,
My fatigued soul will long for mirth.
Frigid reminder of what could have been.
A constant pain from deep within.
My body aching, searching for yours.
To touch would be the cause of wars.
To kiss those silken lips so sweet.
To love you with unbridled heat.
But all will end in travesty,
For we both know my history.
There is a heavy price to pay,
For a love that bloomed one cold winter day.