On this cold and frosty Valentine's Day
A poem to melt the heart...
She stands alone on a moonlit night,
Immune as the frost begins to bite.
Her heart is cold, she feels no chill,
This feisty maiden with an iron will.
Her stare can turn your blood to ice,
And chill your bones in a trice,
Her skin is soft and white as snow,
But hoar frost forms where tears should flow.
Her freezing touch invokes a gasp,
She is numbed by the pain from winters past.
Strong as the snow-capped mountains white,
Frozen in time when Love took flight,
Hiding behind an ice-cool mask,
And freezing out those who take her to task,
Concealing her wounds behind a glacial wall,
She keeps her fragility hidden from all.
From Love's harsh blows her frailty sheltered,
Yet the wish of her heart is but to be melted.
By Marie Bruce