My dear, my love, incarnate of winter,
Inviting yet cold your countenance be;
Your frigid touch induces a shiver
Born not from discomfort—instead, of glee.
To a bright fireplace, your soul is akin;
Sealed deep inside a secluded abode,
For your love warms the body from within.
But to outsiders, it is never showed.
My dear, your wintry wall of white belies
A heart not frozen, but hot and thumping.
And though your blue eyes are as cold as ice
Your hypnotic gaze is snug and soothing.
If only more could melt your frosty shield.
If only they knew what man they would yield.
YOU ARE READING
from the depths of my mind, they flutter free
Poetry𝟑×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵...
