winter is no match for the warmth of love,she had said
the roar of the sea waves,
wrecking of the boats.
She didn’t think she would see him again
yet she still couldn’t stand in the rain
covered in his shawl
she sat at the fire place
later she wrote;
“sometimes love is frozen another its as hot as cinder
Every season has its impact”.
soon as she had penned down,
long after the sun had refused to shine,
she had him breathe at the door.