The Curious Persistence of Contempt

Seasons change, love remains; my heart stays soft. In marital bond, your touch soothes the hard. Though less gentle fondness falls from your mouth. Through gale storms and glee, I have held my mouth. In the autumn of our lives, I need soft, lambent serenades to supplant the hard. Each cycle through time has made your bind less hard. Weathering me brought you down to your knees, soft. Still no affinities fall from your mouth. My lover's mouth, blustery and hard, be soft.