When Will Winter End?

There is a girl i adore, and i wrote this about her.

     My emotions reflect the season we are entrapped in; winter. My kindness shivers in the wind. My humor is suffocated by the snow. My confidence is but a corpse lying beneath the ice. What warmth I retain is deep inside me, only escaping long enough for a smile or a 'hello' to passers by.

    But like the winter has an end, a spring waiting to blossom, so does my hope. My spring is her. She brightens my day like the radiance of our sun, slowly melting away the melancholy in my heart day by day. She keeps the cold at bay whenever I am with her.

    Unfortunately, the spring has not yet come. Every day we part, I reluctantly, and the winter creeps its way back into my soul. Once again I am dead inside. I await the next time we meet; for maybe this time my spring will come and stay.

Author's Note

I am not a poet, but i do dabble in the art whenever a short story or a drawing of mine will not suffice for the amount of emotion i feel.