One hundred and twenty days of summer silent...
Replaced by winter's daily cold.
Chills of heart, refroze thy love...
Cracked of heart not moved or loved.
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SIR MICHAEL JEFFRREY OF THE I27 DAYS OF SUMMER...NICE WRITE HOPE YOU & YOUR FAMILY HAVE A HAPPY FOURTH...ENJOY!
0Freezer burns did burn thy care... Of thy feelings had i spared? ...this poem to me is just the plain naked truth...after the intial high of falling in love...we do this to ourselves, dont we? ...we hurt each other...its not impossible to turn things around...but it means that the ego needs to be kept aside...very well written michael...i am touched deeply by this poem...nalini