Thaw

The frozen breath from icy lips—
From my pain you got your bliss!
How can you feel such depravity?
How can bliss cause such misery?

The frozen tears from your cold eyes—
You can feel? That’s a surprise!
How can you exude such tartuffery?
What claim is this of love for me?

Icy—it was you who chilled!
It was your words so icicle filled!
A devastating winter; we can't withdraw—
Will your icy demeanor ever thaw?

Chantrea Johari
11 February 2005