A Toy Soldier’s Soliloquy
That night was of the coldest winter night
When I woke from my slumber to see her
My love, of foreign-sent, in a window,
beyond my street, under the icy glow.
So I, a Romeo, went to have her
Bracing Nature’s protest to her fortress
And at it’s foot, I espied a crevice,
Surrendering everything to impress
(Were those destiny’s ploy against my hour?)
Yet, like Shakespeare’s hero, I climbed her tower
And as my father teared when I was made,
My heart thumped loudly that I’ll be remade;
But when I held her hand, confessed my all,
I’m met by a stare to the night’s snow fall.
C’est la vie.
