Impure Love

In this cold winter


When people die


Love surrounds both of us


Our hearts tie






Your charming smile

Your sweet scent

You make it seem sweeter

Than it is meant






But this is the

season of white

Not of red, yellow, blue

Not of bright






Is our love also colorless?



Would you never ever confess

That she's more and I'm less

That she's perfect and I'm a mess






You'll never tell,

or will you?

You know it hurts me the most

When you're untrue






But when I fail after every might

I think our love is actually white

And now I'll hate each and every sight

Which might,remind me of you






My love for you is dead


But still white not red


My love for you is burnt

But still white not black

My love for you is finished

But still white,this. is. not. right.






Why was my love so fine?


Why wasn't my love impure?


It would've saved me from the pain


Which,today, I alone have to cure...