How Love Died

It was cold and bleak for days,
Love hovered at the doorstep,
Forlorn,
Lonely,
Shivering,
Hoping.
Gusts of wind,
Outrageously unfriendly and
Terribly icy,
Tore through its skin.
Love tried.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
No response.
Love pleaded,
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Love heard sobs from inside.
Love felt tears.
Love, knocked one last time.
Weak.
Sad.
Slow sounds.
The door opened a crack.
Love fell,
The heart stopped fluttering.
A last cold breath escaped frozen lungs,
Mingled with the winds.
Eyes shed tears.
Howled with the winds.
Too late.
Love was dead.