A dozen hearts on ice
One bittersweet and filled with dark memories
One forlorn, broken and crying
One fiery, passionate and full of pride
One striving, caring and dying

A dozen hearts on ice
One wanting so much more than there is
One waiting, praying and trying
One not knowing where they are going next
One hiding, lying and preying

A dozen hearts on ice
One wishing they could go back to the start
One sighing, shouting and prying
One knowing they are in this together
One speaking, daring and loving

A dozen hearts on ice
All alone and growing cold
Without each other to lean on

Blind Dove
By Charles Moffat

Poor blind dove.
Your little heart beats rapidly to the things you hear.
If you could see you would be safe.
Instead you're caught in a state of constant fear.
Where is the cat?
Is it stalking you?
Your days are numbered and you know it.