i dreamt of being kissed by a troll
that made my heart so cold
waiting to be saved from this curse
of old folklore and wicked universeif only someone could hold my hand
to tell me what love is,
will this frozen heart melt
and reciprocate the feeling?will i be able to trust
or i would just forget
that someone will save me
from this miserymaybe i will keep this a memory
in the back of my mind
for i know, and i truly know
that this heart forever be frozen
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.