I met a boy with long, dark waves of hair,
That cascaded and broke on his shoulders,
And eyes blacker than the deepest starry night.
His skin was like golden sand,
As soft as sapphire silk,
With a disposition as bright,
As fireflies in a warm sunset field,
With a voice as sweet as warm honey,
And as pleasant as the hum of lazy bees.
He warmed my Spirit, and thawed my soul,
With words as lovely as freshly bloomed flowers,
Whispered delicately into my ear of ice.
Words that had gone unheard for centuries and eons,
In the chilled, desolate tundra that was my mind.
He fought his way through the flurries of freezing rejection that battered him,
Broke the seemingly indestructible walls of ice,
That had hidden me so well through the years,
Shattered the doors of my iceberg heart with a single glance and word,
And, with soft, cautious gestures, brought me out of the cave I made out of loneliness.
I had lived in my own winter, that I had created unknowingly, for so many years,
That I didn't realize that I had been frozen to the bone;
An Ice Woman in the midst of her own cold landscape, created by her design.
I didn't realize I was frozen until he took my hand.
It seared at first; but soon, I craved his touch, his caring, warm hands.
I now want to run through the lush, green fields in the bright sun,
Frolic in the warm, clear blue sea with the silver fish,
And stare up at the billions of tiny, bright stars on a clear, warm night.
I'm ready to love, and be loved, by you,
My wonderful, beautiful Summer Boy.