You felt warm – for a second – my peace and my war.
You were the lioness, I was the king.
Did you forget who we were
or do you still dream of the Spring?
I held you – as we gazed at the stars,
and I felt you fading away – that was a bummer.
Alone I walked through the Gardens of Mars
and vainly I waited for Summer.
The rays of my sadness were sharp as a knife,
you are a storm and I sank to the bottom.
Sick of the turmoil of this life
I covered myself with the leaves of your Autumn.
A tremble – cold as a snake – slowly creeps from inside –
you feel glacial, your nights ache like a splinter.
Tell me dear, surrendered to your pride,
can you deal with your Winter?