The Harshest Winter

Dearest love that holds my heart,
Why hast thou grown quiet and cold?
Has your affection for me disintegrated to nothing?
Or has your heart yearn for another to hold?

Eyes that turn away from my own worried ones,
Once warm hands that pull away from mine,
Looks of disdain cast by that beautiful face,
I beg those lips to not tell me goodbye.

As snow forms from crying skies,
And fall gently to the dead earth below,
I stand in the bitter cold as you cast me out,
So does hope leave my tortured soul.

Words never graced those lips it seems,
Your actions as loud as a meteor's descent,
Memories are only what we have now,
For Christmas did you want another fool as a present?

Under the mistletoe she stood,
Beaming brightly with a painted face,
Arms around you tight with a look I once had,
You pick her up and whisk her away till you left no trace.

A silent murder in the harsh winters of the heart,
Believing it was spring when my blood slowly froze beneath the skin.
Awaking to face the most bitter cold,
I couldn't believe I let you win.

And again I speak into the moaning winds,
Asking once again for the answer I long for,
A wondering thought that pleads to have rest,
From the one I had previously so adored.

Dearest love that holds my heart,
Why hast thou grown quiet and cold?
Has your affection for me disintegrated to nothing?
Or has your heart yearn for another to hold?