They left it there with icicles and shame

an aching love they struggled to rename

with nothing but the sound of snow to blame

and winter's penchant for a tortured game

Barren in the places he no longer went

on broken wings she made her swift descent

flying too close to the ground this angel sent

among the words she knew they both had meant

Now rushing out to nothing but the night

their words had tossed themselves off land mid-flight

into the frozen edge of winter's white

mad frost to bite lost passion's sweet delight

But they left it there with icicles and pain

a may-december love they struggled to explain

with nothing but two broken hearts to gain

owing winter's penchant for love's long lost remains