Your love is
evergreen.
Even in times
of winter snow,
when everything
seems to be
dying,
your love keeps
growing.
Your love is
warm,
even though
your heart is
cold.
Under that
iced shelter
above your soul,
there are
flowers,
and they are
the most beautiful.
Your love
is the kind
that never fades.
YOU ARE READING
Wondering
PoetryThis may be burning, crashing or hurting. But these are my words. This is me.
