Nought
Nought
Cold is the weather, frozen is my heart.
Emotions of many hues tear me apart.
The breeze blows colder, clouds grow darker,
I can hold my sorrows no longer.
A drop, then two, and the sky bursts open,
One tear, then a wail, much to mourn.
The love of my life, or so I thought,
Is now history, a mere nought.