Thaw My Heart: March 2023

Never a romantic

or so I thought.

Heart of ice

not nearly Atlantic,

polar ice caps getting too hot.

My climate, no longer precise-

heartbeat frantic,

will thawing make me rot?

Give me advice,

don't make me ask twice.

My walls collapsing,

heart pumping,

body surging,

releasing the tension,

still filled with apprehension,

Finally freed,

and yet I need lead?

The seed you left grew

in this icy heart of mine.

Your invasive species

tore through

as you held your hand in mine.

Mates for life,

may be rife,

but I need a wife.