Contemplating a heart
as clear as a glacier,
clean and cold-cut flesh
stained pure as glass.
Your icy heart
deprived,
of warm blooded emotion.
Your message you send clear,
cold is your heart
but pure is your soul.
But one day
your frozen mist will clear
and you would let me in,
and let warmth,
fill our hearts again.
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