Your poetic words cut like a frost blade,
They leave my heart in rigid solitude,
Alone with only heartbroken nightshade,
Left without air in this altitude.
Your skin that reminds me of winter snow,
You seem so warm but you put off such cold,
So dark and cold, nothing like a rainbow,
When someone passes you, you feel so bold.
Your eyes although brown always leaves me chilled,
A simple look leaves me frozen in place,
With all your talents this is your most skilled,
A Stare of Death that is meant to erase.
Although with one look you leave me froze,
You are still as beautiful as a rose.
