I have named her ice queen.
Queen because when she walks in the streets,
She never goes unnoticed,
Everyone sees her,
Everyone sees the invisible white gold crown on her head,
And the non-existent red velvet cape she carries around.
I have named her ice queen.
Ice because her hands are always cold,
Her heart warm,
Her smile lovely,
Her voice calm.
Ice because she has the power to make you feel either
On top of the world,
Or under the ground.
I have named her ice queen.
She is the queen.
In this life, this time,
And in every other one.
YOU ARE READING
My loved ones; a journey.
Poetry“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
