Reido Shittenou - KM Valentine

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?

Thou art oft as frigid, and do leave me

Feeling lonesome and stormed upon.

Thou disturbest mine heart

With the floods of pain and fires of passion.

I find myself drawn to thee,

Like a mouse to an owl’s treetop call.

‘Who’ sayest thine actions, ‘Who, who art thou?

Who, to venture so close to my lofty perch

And dare to meet mine eyes?’

Answers my heart, ‘I am but a poor cold creature,

Yearning for the softness and warmth

I sense in your feathered breast.

I ache to take my sleep in your glow.’

And yet always you offer me spite in rejoinder.

‘You say to me glow? I say to ye, go!

Get thee hence, lest I tear out thine eyes from they face

To eat with the heart in thy chest that beats for me.

I scorn you, and shall laugh further

When you return to me on the morrow.’

‘So be it,’ sayeth my sore heart and stinging arms

Which long ever so to hold you

I take my hanging head from your place

And always venture back at the next sunset

For even in your loathing, I take wretched delight.

Such is my love, my winter’s night.