Your eye shines like a winter's sky,
Your lips are so cold when I feel you on mine;
It's snowing a blizzard, it's freezing outside,
But you make me feel warm with the fire you ignite.
I held close my heart frozen cold and dry,
Yet your words as sweet as honey melted the ice;
You speak in a way the bards failed to tune,
A star that glistens, overseeing the moon.
Because every summer I think about you,
You and your all year icy blue;
As I slumber upon a midsummer's night,
I picture a dream where our sparks fly.