Hearts Of Frost Poem by P.J. Lowry

She dances within thy brain rent free,
as I wallow and mope in her absence.
The pain makes me feel as old as a tree,
yet still I can smell her sweet fragrance.

Years may pass but it never fades away,
the feeling of having her heart near thine.
I try to stay strong, keep feelings at bay,
allowing good things in thy life to shine.

I cry as the memory of her fades, and then
the darkness comes to consume what's left.
These things are considered weak of men,
a careless thought created only by the deft.

It's not weak to mourn when someone is lost,
as it takes effort for hearts not to turn to frost.