winter

a poem

they ask me, "why i love such
a cold hearted man?"
and i said, "don't you come again and
again to the moon, knowing 
for it's cold glaze?"

the moon seem so cold, 
yet for the one, who loves it dearly
it cherish them deeply.
winterness of the moon wasn't it's curse,
that is how it is made of.

with eyes that doesn't sees as deep
into the heart of a human flesh,
everything seems bitter and blazed.

people know him as a cold man
but he was never meant to be.
it just hia voice sounds like frozen ice
and hands weigh like glacier snow

but deep down, his heart was moon
that contains, warmth for anyone 
that loves him truly.

some people get loved easily and 
some people get timed to be loved.
some people tries to get loved and 
for some people, we have to love them.

© isai

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