secret love :: bowlegcomic69 :: Original Poetry

secret love

I have met her forty times and hope for forty more

somehow each and every time is different than before

Approaching quickly is the day

when she will come once more

forcing change as she has done,

so many times before

Her entrance may be full of warmth,

or a fierce bone chilling cold

she might even make a scene,

arriving strong and bold

Her yearly visits are quite dear,

I chance with her the cold

though, as time keeps slipping by

I brave her not so bold

You may have guessed my secret love,

but if not I will hint

The first four letters of her name,

you may pronounce as WINT__.