by Majezty C. Navarro
(Redondo Beach, CA)
My Love shivers in the harshness of your kisses;
the Love is frozen where it stands.
Dancing in April’s Shower of your Love was the
best of moments,
but now your so-called Love rains down in Hail.
How does the Heart of one of God’s precious creations turn cold?
At times I regret opening my Spiritual Eyes, wishing
I were blind again for now that I want to leave
I am snowed in by your beauty, frozen by your icy touch,
and my Soul trapped in your cold stares…