Snow Cone

Soft snowy wings invisible to all but mine eyes,
Why dost thy vision haunt me so ?
Embolden not my spirit with grievous love,
For naught but pain can you give me.
Thy heart is frozen,
All affection lost in the quagmire of your pain.
Quick to anger and slow to melt,
Oh ice queen when will your heart's frost be melted ?
Or shall I wither,
in the perpetuity of your frozenness ?

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