Ice Prince
In a bleary, silent world,
full of rain and silent cries,
High up on his throne,
sits the somber prince of ice.
I first saw him at the ball,
in a serious tux of gray.
My dress was drab and simple,
and then he glanced my way.
Across the room our eyes did meet,
a small smile touched his lips,
We danced the night away,
with twirls and spins and dips.
Then it was time to say goodbye,
we were both reluctant to leave,
So we both leaned in, about to kiss,
before I woke up and realized it was a dream.
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