There is a stubbornness
which chills the soul;
no blanket heavy enough
to warm a heart
when words freeze love
dropped by tears into puddles
of remorse and fear
now frozen and slippery
enough to drop lovers
to hard earth and hard truths
which shatter hearts
like frozen glass
hit by rocks of heated rage.
Stubborn hearts,
stubborn thoughts
in need of greater warmth to thaw.
Heated passion has its place.
annarino writes 