night, I must confess, and did not see the colors wiped away from hills
and rivers, houses, lawns and garbage lids by winter's icy touch. Ten
winter chills have passed since frozen fingers kissed your lips, and I
vowed to never love that way again. My mind still wanders back to days
when lips were green, and finds your smile amongst my pain. My heart still
paints the colors of your love with wings of butterflies and summer days.
In dreams, my lips still part for summer doves, as if greenness never
withers away. This girl who lays beside me now, she's almost you. Her
belly bloated with child…and she will do.