Winter

My dear love,
Had you calmed my storm with your soft smile and your gentle voice,
none of this mess would've happened.
Had you cupped my heart in your hands as it turns black and cold,
no soul would have had to suffer my endless winter.
The pain you feel is only the reflection of mine.
Ask me to forgive you like the winter asks the grass to forgive her.
Don't be daunted by my cold,
for your warmth would turn my frosts into flames.
~ M.J. DeLuna