The Pale Beauty Poem by Yen Cress

Born of the clouds,
I cast myself down
At your feet.
Observe my loveliness,
My beauty,
My unblemished face.

Respect my purity.
I am untouched,
Virginal,
Unused to coarse graspings.
Feel the soothing coolness
With which I surround you.
Hear the hushed whispers
Of my sensuous affection.

Test my strength.
I can bear great burdens;
I have no fear.
Sense my serenity
In the face of doom.
My existence is transitory.
When my time comes,
I shall softly weep,
And weeping, I shall pass.

And my tears
Will carry my spirit
To the thirsty valley,
Which knows me not.
Love me for this day.
Then let me go.
I am
The Snow.