It is like snow, cold and sharp
As it runs from my finger to my heart,
An icy passion to protect and shelter
It is as swift as an eagle who bears
Down on its prey, the execution
Natural and as honest as day.
Speedily chasing through veins,
And keeping the fear at bay.
It elevates you in my mind,
Puts you on a pedestal in my heart.
An intriguing image; Cupid on a cloud,
And us shot through the heart.
It makes me alive, such anguish,
Such love, such burning ice.
It is feeling, it is life.