The icicles on her face
seemed to be embraced
by the welcoming arms of her beauty.
I always told her,
"Diana, you look good in anything."

There are crystals in her eyes.
- The tears that witnessed
our last I Love You's.
Now frozen
with her last breath.

Darling, I was never
a saint like you,
But as I freeze too in your arms,
I bet we'll say
I Love You again.