Melting: A Poem
A frost-bitten heart beats with an unbroken cadence,
As the past pains howl around it like bone-chilling winds,
Is there any love left inside, burning with bridled passion?
Or will it be left alone to freeze, protected in a thick layer of ice?
There is another who stands alone in the blizzard of rejection,
But his heart is brave and growing warmer every moment,
The fires of affection soon set him free from chilly bitterness,
And he dares to move closer to her frigid heart,
With one touch, the spell is broken and they nestle close,
Their winter of isolation is over, and a springtime of togetherness has bloomed.
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