I came to think of her love for me
like the Winters snow.
The first flakes, just after the fall, were beautiful,
As our romance went on,
the snow kept falling,
and was soon oppressive,
I began to long for Spring.
Spring came, of course,
(Although she says I had nothing to do with it)
and I felt as a beast relieved of a light burden,
despite the care and attention afforded me.
Yet, as the snow melted, I didnt notice
the water beginning to seep into my walls,
forming great tears behind the wallpaper
By the time I noticed,
the damage was done.
Now I sit at my window,
the seeping water all drained and disposed of.
The damage to the walls is severe,
and cannot be painted over,
if I ever desired such a thing.
Through my window,
I hear the Spring birds singing,
but I feel no joy.