Though your eyes in tears be beautiful,
I would rather your eyelashes adorned
by gentle snowflakes, while you dance.

When winter comes, I hope your sorrow
may freeze for but a moment, if only
enough to feel a chill that is not inside.

I wish the cold wind may lift you a little,
invigorate your senses, and my words be
a small fire in your lonely heart(h).

     ~PseudoLove