Frozen

The bitter wind beat red my cheeks and nose
As I stood, watching, on your step that night,
And with my skin, my feelings for you froze
My face stung from the cold, my heart, the sight.

He stroked your hair; your head was on his chest.
Four days before, ‘twas me with whom you lied.
And now those lies upon my heart depressed
Weigh more than all the helpless tears you cried.

The revelation came so fast and grave:
I'd thought -- sad fool -- that your love for me burned!
You merely loved what I, and now he, gave --
A love for you that never got returned.

The way it hurt to see you true did burn
Still, what you are was worth the sting to learn