To her, I often glance over,

Hoping to catch a glimpse of the

Palest of skin, soft and wintry,

With eyes green as trees of the forest

My love as powerful as the strongest winds,

For her my soul does howl,

I think a thought that, this just in:

If I cannot have her I may swell with rage

I cannot leave with

Not a promise of her hand, no,

But I watch as she leaves,

My heart broken, surely to

Never recover from the rejection she silently blows

"Over the wintry

Forest, winds howl in rage

With no leaves to blow"

— Natsume Sōseki

my first attempt at poetry... so this was an interesting challenge!!