FROSTY

 

Thine eyes hides thy fire,

That I see no more thy desire.

Thine lips lack its crave,

That its silence is very grave.

Found thee the man of thy dreams?

For so is how it seems.

My heart is ravaged by fear,

Still I burn for thee I swear.

Only if thou could my feeling spare,

Briskly shall I oust this despair.

But when thine hands I seek to hold,

It's clear that thy passion has gone really cold.

#El_Magnifico™