You were so full of rage
and this burning passion
with your anger at the world
that had wronged you so
Your eyes were like dark granite,
existence had turned you harsh
and raw, like winter's marble
that rage, that cold fire, swift,
deadly like a landslide
you could've moved the earth
instead you froze, solid and pained
my dear you do not see as I do
you do not see how beautiful
I find your icy kiss, your stoic embrace
truly my love, with all truth and heart

I loved you, not in spite of your snakes
but because of them