Your smile was a haven
A place I could visit under no circumstances
A blessing from god, but a gift by choice


You were cold, you were rough
Your outer shell was rigid, but your soul was smooth
Your breath was like frost, but your words, a kind tone
One of a kind creature, as you sat on your throne
Throne made of icicles, sitting alone
Awaiting your King, as you threw me out the door


But I didn’t care for I turned to stone
Yet you gave me your smile, a gift by choice
Made me feel safe, made me feel warm
Thawing your heart, felt like a chore
Yet I stuck around, you didn’t think I would
I didn’t think so either, but we still stand stood.