WINTER STING

Pull my pillow under chin

You were like my second skin

Now that skin has worn thin

Rightly you returned to kin

You were more than just a whim

My reason for wanting to begin

Approving of my every sin

But in the end I couldn’t win

You my summer, autumn; spring

You to me my everything

But winter delivered sharp sting

Ending our delicious fling

And who knows what next year will bring

Nothing or perhaps something

Whether I'll hear familiar ring

That tugs at fragile heart string