I'm like a fine red wine.Getting richer, deeper, more palatable as I get older.And yetI'm left, unopened,on display for all to see.So damned desirable, nobody wants to swallow me.But stillI'd rather be a cheap red wine, taken and enjoyed...

From lust to frost,romance to regret,from fall to winter.Our passions have wintered.Yielding to loneliness -this season of surrender!Shared wintry breaths chilled our spirits.Our fleeting emotions wintering our love.Our passing trusts, now only wintery words.This crestfallen experience with you!We wilted,...