A maiden came to me I saw ,
With frosted claws,
And mind of ice.
Her sweet side was hard to find,
A gift of words showed no thaw.
My heart stabbed,
Yet her beauty led me on.
Was i mad , to carry on?
I dared to reply, To show her that,
I do no wrong,
I wish to visit her world, And whats going on
With a kiss at the end of my mail,
I hoped she would return,
Slowly , she understood,
I mean no harm ,
If only she could,
But my ice maiden took the plunge ,
And called ,and said,
She aint so bad ,
It must be me instead,
But now i have a friend ,
And she's not so icey as i thought,
She's the greatest friend in the world !