In winter’s icy grip, I stand alone, A heart of stone, so cold and still, The snowflakes fall, a soft bittersweet moan, A love once found, now lost and killed.

The biting wind whispers tales of love, Of warm embraces and tender kisses, But I am left to mourn and shove, Against the cruelness that love dismisses.

The fireside flickers, but brings no solace, No warmth to thaw the chill in my soul, For I am lost in this frigid place, With only memories to console.

The long nights stretch, dark and cold, A silent ache that never fades, For in my heart, a love once bold, Now withered, gone, and betrayed.

So here I stand, in winter’s embrace, Missing love that once was true, A broken heart, a frozen face, Longing for what I once knew.