Song of Regret

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

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