Bitter heart locked to all life's delight
turned stony cold and frigid as the night.
Yet still beneath the winter's freeze
she feels the stirring of love's disease.
Sworn to avoid those covert advances
upon the two edged sword she dances.
Flinging off the bargaining and pleading
she prays for only things she's needing.
Knowing how isolation leaves her bare
she shrugs at them and will not care.
Yearning so much to have it all and more
she imprisons the emotions of her soul's core.
Denying herself all love and life might hold
she watches as the story starts to unfold.
Safety lies in solitude is all she knows
so the cancer of her apathy blossoms and grows.
No more wishes or dreams as she once believed
nary a thought of how love endlessly deceived
just the silence and time passing away.
A bitter heart which no one could sway.