I can see your eyes
As the stare into mine
But I can't tell what you're thinking
I can only tell what your doing
You shroud your thoughts
In a veil that's ice blue
And cold to the touch
But even ice burns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, like dry ice :) a heart will turn so cold, it turns numb, and it can no longer feel love... Nice write.