A Far too Early Frost.
There is no perfect marriage, two must learn to love even the imperfections
Love should never be served lukewarm or cold
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.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III