As white as ice,
As cold as snow.
The grace of a hunting owl.
This is how I describe you.
You, who do not know me.
You, who have unwittingly stolen my heart.
Why do you do this to me?
Addicted to the idea of you,
Intoxicated by the thought of you.
The very essence of my life,
But you do not know it.
You do not know me.
I do not know you.
But for now I'm dancing,
Dancing with the icicles of love unrequited.
Waiting for you to appear.
