Infatuation (standard:poetry, 487 words)
Author: Hopeless Romeo	Added: Mar 23 2001	Views/Reads: 3738/2065	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It was a winter storm.

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Its irrevocable effects in its wake. 

The vigorous action of the storm was 

My heart racing each time I saw her face. 

Each snowflake that hit me was a single 

Kiss imprinted upon my cheek, or hers; 

Upon my lips, or hers—and each kiss I 

Will always remember—no expression 

Of emotion will I ever forget. 

~~~ 

But no storm goes on indefinitely. 

This storm, this blizzard, was no exception. 

Soon the winds calmed.  Soon the violence ceased. 

Soon it was over.  Before long all was 

Only snow on the ground.  The lingering 

Remnants of an exciting period of time 

Were then left to melt away forever. 

~~~ 

The process was slow.  The beauty remained. 

Amidst the change of seasons—as the cold 

Air, once so captivating, departed— 

There was still the old beauty to be seen. 

Yes, one needed only to see the trees, 

Coated with melting ice, to recognize 

The lasting beauty after the storm’s end. 

And indeed I will never fail to 

Perceive the unutterable beauty 

Which drew me initially to her. 

~~~ 

But still, one cannot fail to notice 

That the frozen branches surrender a tear; 

A single drop, tumbling from the warming ice 

Toward the ground, embodying in itself 

This end to the storm.  For as this vessel, 

Bearing within the pain of a good-bye, 

Impacts the ground, it is absorbed into 

The earth forever.  And so the effects 

Of this storm will wear away.  They will take 

Their time, but the emotion will subside. 

And soon I will be left with memories. 


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