when will you realize
that the polar icecaps of my memories of you
have melted
and i am able to feel the warmth once again
and when will i realize
that is unnecessary to rip off the heads of  flowers
instead of petals:
he loves me,
he loves me never,
he loves me sometimes,
when it's cold at night.
the polar icecaps have melted,
but sometimes
they freeze over
when it's cold
at night.