In the blooming of the spring,
We think that our romance is budding.
You, my lamb, splash and frolic
In the puddles.
And as you splash,
It pours down here for me.
Scurrying to protect my flames.
We are falling apart.
In the winter I try to rekindle
These flames. You are shaking.
I need to provide you with warmth.
I need to thaw out your heart.
You say that the winter is to harsh,
Which is why you visit me here.
Surrounded by flames,
Your iciness only doubles.
In the seasons apart,
I wonder if I am being selfish.
Is it wrong for me to wish that you
May march around here as you did in April?
I let you rise once again,
Watching you ripen, and fall in
Love. Since when did
Beauty become so painful?
You have created a heaven in my hell,
Yet I have turned your haven into hell.
I try to let you bloom
But my thoughts only loom to you.
Your smile springs my desire –
I only want you more.
Yet in winter, you fade away.
The rosiness of your cheeks
Are no more – despite the warmth
of hell’s floor.
Our love matches the seasons,
It is only until my passing that
You can flourish –
Fall is my eternal kiss,
Desperately attempting to
Hold you close until you
Become reborn –
Your newborn, vibrant self.
I, in agony,
Wish I had the proper matches
To set a spark that would
Ignite the flames that you ignite in me.
I am used to hell’s flames,
Your seasonal frigidity
Gives me third degree.
Like Hades and Persephone:
In the winter, he went with her
To hell. And in the spring, he’ll
Let her spring free.
For the flames of a hellfire
Are eternal – never to be put out,
Only to be reborn each spring.