I'm failing terribly at doing my homework tonight. But hey, it's a Friday. I can slack for an evening, right? Maybe?
Here's a poem. A Shakespearean sonnet actually. Based very roughly on true events.
The winter bites and cold winds chill my soul
And frigid air does nip my poor red nose.
What I would do for a warm lump of coal!
My ears could crack and break off, I suppose.
I look to you as you trudge through the snow,
Your hunched and tired body pushing on.
Your sideways glance leaves me to feel hollow
My hands are growing pale, my face is wan.
My soul and body ache with sore longing
For icy eyes to turn to me and melt.
I need to feel some semblance of a thawing
Instead of pelting sleet that that I have felt.
But when you chose to hold my hand in yours,
You warmed my heart in this frosty outdoors.
God bless.
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