Q'eleedra

lady of ice
fire melts below your soft stare and you scare me
into loving you
what a world twirled in the palm of your mind
you wield and still will a patience greater than mine

even the stars in my dreams cannot shine light
bright enough to bathe me in the cold radiance of your smile
Alocin, inebria the gold
what a rotten time human beings of have of necessity
in perplexity of growing old.