love poem: HEART OF AN ICE

HEART OF AN ICE

Should thy call  thee as sprinkles of magic?

As neither none of acts nor thee himself are mythical at all,

Yet calm heart of thy losing its count even with thee small glimpse,

Nothing compared when thee presence shields fears of thy,

Of the not-knowing on when will thee depart from thy heart,

As if thee was never meant to leave anyway,

As if the fairies have a written tale of us going happily ever after,

When the glass’s shoes were never thy size,

Thy knows,thy knew….

Every moments thy in thee’s eyes are temporary,

Not furnishing into future nor tale, but insignificant past of thee,

Yet, it speak different for thy,

As thee eyes,thee laughs, thee words…reliving itself,

Every steps of the way for thy future,

Keeping a fire of blame off from warming past,

That bring thy heart to thee,

Putting the future in a lifetime mission,

Of seeing  thee  again with thy bare eyes,

Yet,no regret of the odd of thee eyes fix on another soul,

That made thee as crazy as thy love,

Knowing at seconds in thy life, thy have smile that thy never sigh for deep bleed,

Knowing at minutes in thy life, thy have dreamt as dancing the dance thy have given up for in love,

Knowing at hours in thy life, thy have shed sweats for being on thee side and again shed another tears,

Letting thee go to thee chosen happiness,

Knowing at days in thy life,thy have loved thee who once looked thy as a person,

And knowing at lifetime of thy,thy have a puzzle heart to be completed by another pieces,

 Who serve a perfect fit compared to thee’s,

Because a glassy ice heart of thy was once melted.