A Band-Aid For the Frozen Blood (shower scenes)

Muted glory; as she stands,
a golden heart in both her hands

withered roses at her feet
a smiling face turned bittersweet

and glowing eyes of absolute
crying hard, so under-cute

so lost, confused, though found and loved
and deemed small grace from the above

she'll swear to keep her answered prayer
protected, close she held it there

in trembling hands of palest hue
afraid to trust that this was true

this see-through girl of notebook page
may finally venture from her cage

into the arms of one who knew
just what she needed; it was you