Poem -

“I Loved When It Was Cold, And Now I’m Cold When I Should Love”

“I Loved When It Was Cold, And Now I’m Cold When I Should Love”

How quickly a fate is woven,
In the earnest feeling of one’s eye,
That settles for peace well quenched,
And lets no thorns pierce his life;
Or round up his shattered hopes
To be more than they have been,
For not just him, but all he’s loved and seen.
Content to watch the bristles sway
As they touch the wider leaflet spread,
He reflects on all his hands have gave
When love outside has rendered him spent;
From his heart growing craters large,
While happily sinking in their art.