The season of a broken heart is upon me.
Heartsick, this burning pain roars
within my stricken heart chambers.
The budding of my youthful heart,
my tempestuous squalls
The wildfire of my youth.
A blooming summer heart
glowing with affection
in the light which I bask.
An aging, aching heart.
Hued autumn days
to pale winter nights.
Within the furnace of my heart,
my desires hibernate.
So, I squall one last time.







