It's hard to imagine summer
when winter is chilling you to the bone.
Though surrounded by people,
I could not be more alone.
I've given my love to men
with hearts of stone,
returning my gifts with
an unwelcome cold groan.
When love came,
it was I who fell,
but isn't love supposed to
lift you up, as well?
The absence of love
is the essence of hell,
with or without
this earthly shell.
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