You are here

Ninety-six Words for Love

Ninety-six Words for Love

We Can Weather The Cold (On Love And Mental Illness)

We Can Weather The Cold (On Love And Mental Illness)

In the bleak December evening
When empty sadness fills my soul
To my Jen I shift my dreaming,
Thrilling thoughts, she’ll console.
Though far away, I feel her pull.

When winter nights are lonesome cold,
Late hour hath thoughts in disrepair,
A vision of her warm hand I’ll hold,
Sweet lips, soft cheek so fair.
A trace on my shirt: the fragrance of her hair.