Love's Cruel Winter (a poem)

I know that a blog isn't usually the medium used to publish poetry, but it can't hurt, just this once! It might not be that great a poem, It's my first proper, completed one of any note really. Judge for yourself, it might be totally shit...

Love’s Cruel Winter

There stood he,
His back agin the wall,
Note clutched in hand.
A tear escaped his eye,
And rolled down his face,
And he was clutched in Winter’s cruel embrace.

His heart was in tatters,
Much like the ragged paper,
Betwixt his numb fingers.
The pain burned inside him,
Without respite.
Would she ever return?
She wouldn’t… she might.

Their love,
He thought,
Was etched into the sands of time.
But these sands had been
Fashioned into glass,
And shattered.
All hope was lost,
All remnants, scattered.

No! Hope was never lost,
So long as a man could feel it in his heart.
He would pursue her,
And coax her from her false,
Mannequin lover,
Before they ventured afar.
This mishap would leave
No lasting scar.

Alas! He was too late!
Time had won a dreadful victory against him.
It was a grave twist of fate.
The two false lovers
Sailed away, on the ocean breeze.
Heartbroken,
He suffered, he grieved.

There he was once more,
His back agin the wall.
But no tear was on his cheek this time.
Just a vacant expression,
As he swung, motionless, from the tight,
Cold line.