Cool Beauty

Your chilly beauty is an icy breeze
on a cold gray morning in a deep deep freeze.
It kisses a lonely tear of rain
gliding down the eye of a silky pink rose:
The flowered cyclop's pastel petal lies
half-opened against the soft weaving flows
of pale lemon sky, stretching into a dawn that froze.

Your smile like a cold sun emerges.
A single ray of light piercingly surges
into a specturm of love-hopeful colors
as it shines through the crystallized rain
of you, my icicle hearted lover.

The soft yellow sky explodes into a hue,
of soft, passionate, purlpley blue...
will the ice melt?
Please, say you'll do.

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