The cold hearted girl feels the thaw
of little icicles as they fall off her heart
and she blames him, that boy -
that wolf eyed boy who smiles at her
and sniffs her with his aquiline nose.
She stamps her foot and pouts,
pulling her frosty shawl tighter.
She scrutinises the words he writes,
tries to pull apart their meaning and
stares them down until they cower.
But the icicles are still falling
And her heart is still thawing
So up come the words to be stroked
and kised until they shiver with pleasure.
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