Snowqueen
she wasn't blind
she couldn't see
the night was dark
and so was she
deep down inside
where love should be
was cold
he wished that she
would see his face
the inner man
the waiting grace
but everywhere she made
a place
was cold
her hair was wavy
eyes were blue
she owned a third
of timbuktu
but everything she tried
to do
was cold
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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