Jack Frost

Jack Frost kiss me for no other will

Bring me not treasures of sliver and white

But only a sweet cold kiss of death

Freeze this aching heart to a ruby so cold

Frost the tears upon my pale cheek to diamonds

Chill these un-kissed lips to sapphires blue

Ice this unwanted flesh to white silk

Turn me into the treasures that mankind loves

For no one loves what they are now