Roshidere

Silver-haired princess Masks her heart with icy glares Russian secrets bloom Whispered words like snowflakes fall Melting on his unhearing ears Classroom desk neighbors She scolds his sleepy slouching Yet yearns for his touch Pen scratches hide heartbeats quick As spring thaws winter's silence Student council's queen Wears a crown of solitude He sees through her guise Their dance of shy glances spins Like leaves in autumn's crisp wind -