• Your expression is like feeling the cold winter air
    sending chills down my spine, attracting me still
    Through that stained glass window I see your beautiful hair
    Bright,short and oh so soft I dare not touch it against my will
    You follow my every move with your beautiful cold winters glare
    Your outfit made of blue wrapped in red,gold and some white
    coal black boots finish your black and white stocking legs, being distracted by your pale white skin
    add shadows of pink and blue to you lovely amethyst eyes
    your hat slighty out of place, I push gently to fix
    I feel a shock upon my hand from the sin I committed
    Too fragile to touch, time flies as the clock strikes six
    Being too attracted to something so cold and so distant
    I express myself to him, how I admire his beauty and flair
    How I loved his Beautiful Cold Winters Glare.