Beauty in the Ice

you are as pretty and cold as a spring day

grasping to winter's tail,

your eyes would kill from the first sight

at once by shards of ice,

your cheeks look pink and peachy

yet freezing your blood is,

with a simple touch of your hands

you'd make some mighty glaciers,

if i dare touch your pale skin,

i would be petrified,

i know this is my plague,

i chose the queen of blizzards, to be my cozy place,

not glacial and makes me shiver,

that's what i have to face....