Ego Versus Agape Poem by Christa D

The words were chunks of iceberg sucking my face.
The zephyr of your Antarctica swaddled my soul
When question marks were breeding in the nucleus of my brain.
Why did our summer solstice have to scatter in the void?
I waved a legion of white flags at the feet of the sun,
They flew at half mast when stained by the scarlet of my blood.
Waves of contrition soon flooded that pride of yours.
Your heartfelt sniffs pulled me savagely out of the grave.
Trampling my ego, I rolled the red carpet back for you.
Alas! My love is an oak tree whose roots laugh at the storm.