You are the gentle snowflake that kissed my petal
And left a watermark there
And as you did, your pure trail down my spine,
appeared to others a tear.
It was this sacrifice on your part
That wet the love in my core.
You brought me back to life
From whence i was before.
And though my raging thirst for love has been sated,
I cannot help but wonder still,
I have let myself accept gentle frost.
But will you become a chill?
Are you here to soothe or to kill?
