Ella a L'amour de L'hiver

A Poem by songstress

This was inspired by things I saw... I will call them M, and no matter how many times they became burned by those they loved M continuously feel into the same icy shackles. But, love was M's charm

Softly parched pale lips whisper words of love,
while tears flow.
Yet, those words fade into the wind,
as she's released from icy shackles…

Accordingly, she gently releases her obsidian locks.
No longer embracing ice,
the cerulean ribbon flutters away
just as her heart does.
A symbol of a release and love,
the icy shackles were a mere keepsake
of childhood.

Then so sweetly and gently,
she embraces herself
within thoughts of you…
for although you're no longer present
within body or mind,
she looks all the more forward
to the pleasure of a replacement.

Suddenly, she lightly touches rosy cheeks,
and new dew drops touch and freeze
over the roses upon ivory cheeks…
"J'aime… Je t'aime, "she, replies.
But, your not here to freeze,
or deflower the young maiden.
For the warmth is too much for icy shackles
to bite into such life.

Alas, winter has past
yet, she continues with the same words,
remembering love makes for
the fairest maiden, the strongest flower
within a world decorated in white…
and though defiled be her body,
it still recalls the divine pleasure
of pain… of an arctic caress
upon parched lips…
for that was "Winter's love."