She spoke with the cold feel of winter <br />Her hair was frosty coloured white <br />When i kissed her, she melted <br />Then i drank from her fountain of life <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />November 2008<br /><br />Allan James Saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-girl-called-frigid/
