Love in the Snow

Love is to die for

- and you do.

Death is a hole in your shoe,

as you walk in the snow.

Whole is the heart that didn't love

- and does it show!

Snow is the blood of the heart that didn't love

- and of the heart that died.

So, you die if you love,

and you're dead if you don't.

What's a man to do?

I cry when I love,

and I smile when I die.

And though there's a hole in my shoe,

I stomp on the snow.

My "Syllable Poems" are written exclusively with one-syllable words, which is not that hard in the English language. All the words of fundamental importance to a poet have just one syllable.
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Aravadia.

Stefan Stenudd