Ice needles

You will never know, but I saw
ice needles falling from your eye
when you didn’t see me pass by,
dressed in night black, like a crow.
So I had been mourning one love,
some worn love I’ve had once
- I said love, no romance –
but it was just crushed snow, that love.
Sure it wasn’t your love, that love
nor wasn’t our love, my dear.
It was some old love, but your fear
threw that ice in my eyes, my love
Then it was your face in the window
and the winter wind through your hair,
that pain in your look, your despair
I thought it won’t stop in my sorrow
So you’ll never know, I swear,
that your needles of ice I kissed
for all the nice days we missed,
and for all the black of night I wear