Snowflakes are a delicate thing,

Their six-sided symmetry beautiful and pure.

Cold on my skin, but they leave it burning hot.

My passion for the cold is forever and always.

Your lips leave a hot trail down my throat,

But in their wake a burning shame sinks in

And only the icy wind can relieve the pain.

When it caresses me I feel complete.

I'll lie in the snow, let it envelope me from above.

Glacial tears of angels kiss my cheeks, and I smile.

I'd like to die in the cold, let the frost take me for good.

But for now I'll just lay here and enjoy the bliss

Of the snow coming down on me.