She spoke words
that would melt in your hands
drifting slowly
softly
like snow on a winter’s pale dusk
warming itself against an ashen hand
turning itself into a tiny puddle of water
seeping into your veins
and to your heart
seizing it,
and taking it captive with it’s icy aura
forever changing the way
they see the world,
a newfound perspective
filled with peace
for even though her words
are cold to the touch
it is a touch of peace
which with the fire burning in our hearts
can refine
and create a masterpiece with it,
turning this peace
into the even greater burn for desire,
for tranquility
and a great passion for sweet freedom
Her words shaping a world
where fire and ice
live as one
in perfect harmony
and in beloved symmetry.