Remember
those days
When
passion melted the snow?
When
fires burned in our hearts,
Both of
love and hate.
Dark
nights on snow hills,
Watching
an ex-lover leave.
Far
from home,
A cold
walk to follow.
It did
not feel fair,
As if
she stole my joy.
I
thought “Death before Dishonor”,
So why
was I not dead?
I
wished to burn her remains;
I
thought she had fallen.
My body
burned with tears,
As the
world grew cold.
The
snow-melting passion
Did me
more harm than good.
It
taught me violent hate,
And I
forgot selfless love.
-Zero
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