Queen of the icy realm
Would you be mine?
If I won your heart
With dulcet rhyme?
I may be young, and full of hope
Lost in streams of snow
But the love I offer is of the sun
Beckoning life to grow
No, a love-struck fool
Seeking bitter fruits
Beware the burning heart
Poisoning nature’s roots
Now I’m old, and bitter as frost
Like the fruit I tasted
If only I’d know, and chosen wisely
Life is not to be wasted
Samuel Canerday 