By Loving-X olaird@sympatico.ca
Date: 8 June 1999

Hurtfull Weather

  The snow was cold.
   The air was dry.
 Tears fell down my face
  and sung my eyes.
 This cold and stormy 
  weather is what 
   my heart feels
     sometimes.
 My hands get cold 
  and my heart feels 
  dry and cracked.
 This is how I feel 
  when I miss you.
 My hands get cold
  without your 
     touch.
 And my heart is dry
  for you have 
 drained so much.
 But no stormy weather 
  could keep me 
   from you.