Winter Love


Daryl Andrada, WHS Reporter

Love is such a cliche word,

Used by the youth and old,

They said it’s young and bold,

But all I felt and saw was cold.


I may not seen actual snowflakes fall,

Or melt in warm palms,

But I saw it in my room,

The day she sobbed and begged for a shoulder to cry on.


Your kisses froze me,

Your touch made me hard as ice,

And the only thing that melted me,

Was your stare, your eyes.


At the end, we bid goodbyes,

welcoming a new season,


And it was still you, in sundresses and sun smiles.