He is Snow

An attempt at structure.....

He is snow. Much loved, yet ice.
A trembling touch
He fits the palm of my red hand.

But he, is snow - and he crumbles
Under reckless weight
Of those who feel snow is a game

He is snow. Hardened, hollow
From a dark, cruel night
Quaking under a fragile moon.

He is snow, with wish to melt.
He couldn't be held
Long enough to be understood.

Fire and Ice could never co-exist
Yet how they loved
And longed to be more permanent.

Reviews

[Tony]

Striking imagery! Really dig your use of symbolism here.

[Bran the Broken]

Brief, vivid images, hinting at simple yet eternal themes of love and passion and the duality of life--good job.

[Shane William]

Mm wow. This is pretty indulging for one to read. I really feel it and 100pct relate. Thanks for the words. Pen on.

[Seriana]

Bravo!! I Love this one, too! Snow...it's innocent presence at times. What a way to describe snow, as you have here with regards to "him"....as though the fire within would melt him away. Nicely done. :)