The heart of snow is such a pretty thing.
Soft and cold, but so warm beneath the biting wind.
My hands tremble as I hold it,
Gingerly, for fear it might crumble.
I caress its soft surface,
Gentle digits stroke its winter shape.
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Oh! Why are you so cold?
Why is your flesh so frail, like snow?
Why does your pulse chill weakly?
Will you melt away in my summer love?
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I cannot bear to hold you.
You weigh the world to me.
A world as light as snow.
Your frost skin freezes me.
Your body light as snow.
Your cold pulse wounds me.
But…
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I hold the heart of snow.