Oh faithless heart now clad in white on white,
You're playing lawn croquet with my lost mind
And climbing snow-capped mountains of the night,
And trailing all my dignity behind.
Wintry breezes bluster in your heart
And I've half a mind to see you suffer
For all the ways our love would stop and start
Each time I saw you take another lover.
Oh faithless one, give up your games: be done.
postscript
Sonnet Petit for Crowns of Sonnets' February Sonnet Challenge, day ten: [link]