A Far too Early Frost.

Early Frost.

©-MFB III-2005




They'd always thought with loving pride

that they'd both grow old together

till they both at last grew cold together...

and were buried side by side.


But oh, that cold it crept in early


so insidiously between

the cracks of every happy smile

and through the lengths of all their dreams.


Chorus-

Early frost can kill what flowers,

bending limbs in crippled grief,

settling in those lonely hours,

chilling hearts in misbelief..

love can only thrive when nourished,

and protected from the cold,

that cruelly shrivels all that flourished,

until there's nothing left to Hold.



Those Heated glances, tender yearnings

becoming chilling glares and sighs

all words of passion spurned....returning

via their monotone replies.


Her tempting bedroom eyes once savored

Now haunt the kitchen....watching hands

Just banging dishes...sad behaviors,

with angry fingers slamming pans...


Placebo couples who now face

the tastes of love's leftovers stewed

leaving both hungry, needing more...

a sweeter sampling.... something new.

Chorus-


Early frosts can kill what flowers,

bending limbs in crippled grief,

settling in those lonely hours,

chilling hearts in misbelief..

love can only thrive when nourished,

and protected from the cold,

that cruelly shrivels all that's flourished,

until there's nothing left to hold.


Yet too damned tired to escape

old mem-mor-ies like cobwebs cling

in recessed corners of their minds,

back when their love was everything.


and... So they both embrace the weight

of lost loves beyond repair,

until perhaps they'll each grow old,

alone...and sad ...apart...somewhere


Suckling on tidbits of the past

something "old, sorrowed and blue,"

but such a larger part of them

forever remains tethered to....


The years of warmth..the sated bliss

love's fading Summer's reminisced,

before the bitter frost took hold

and froze the kisses they both miss.



ArtWhimsically Yours Studio
MFB III Productions

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Sa`ge 6 years ago from Barefoot Island

sad how what we can't let go will ruin what we have. so sad. if only we could learn to let go, detach from that past, so as not to lose today. So much of what can go wrong in this piece. You reveal so much to learn from. Mahalo once more my dear blessings to you and yours. :D hugs :D


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Beautiful Maestro!


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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

So very beautiful,reminds me of a dear friend who stayed too long,growing bitter and cold.You capture the essence of a love that grew cold over time.Thank you,

Cheers


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KoffeeKlatch Gals 6 years ago from Sunny Florida

Beautiful, sad how one loses love when you just can't let go. How sad to watch love turn cold.

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