A Guardian Angel's Kiss (POEM)

                                             My name is Jack Frost. 
                           Winter is my game, but not many like to play. 
There use to be a time, when the beauty in a Winter's fall, could not be denied. But now, it was just another dreary, bitter day.
Although, in this small town, there was someone, besides the children, who still had a heart for the magical winter blaze.

Her frost blue eyes are filled with passion and hope.

Her laugh, is the sound of pure joy.

Her beauty could not be defined.

I often follow her around
To catch her before she falls
To guide her when she's lost

That rush of warmth she feels blow against her face before she falls asleep, is me kissing her 'goodnight'.

Her sorrow leaves a hole in my heart.
Watching the tears tremble down her soft, pink cheek I slowly fall apart.
My eyes couldn't handle the sight.

I wish I could hold her tight, and whisper in her ear, that everything is going to be alright.

But I am invisible to her.

From afar, I watch as each white flake falls onto her dark hair.

If only she knew
I wondered to myself
If only she knew
'I was watching over you'

But she did know

As she looks at her reflection through a crystal clear icicle,
She sees me.

When she stares out her window, watching the snowflakes fall graciously from the grey winter sky,
She sees me.

As she admires the twinkle in the sheet of ice that covers a frozen pond,
She sees me.

I may be invisible to her, but beauty isn't.

I blow an icy kiss in her direction.
How she smiles at the cold breeze, lifting her hand up to touch her blushed cheek,
She feels my affection.