She always knew
She was too cold to touch,
Too hard, too repelling.

Her tears would freeze
In the depths of her eyes
Her heart was stiff
Sharper than the knives.

But as she never saw
Through the fog in her life
Mayhap somewhere in the distance
She wasn't as cold as this other
Who, when they woke up at dawn,
Prayed the sun
For a warmth like Hers.