• I woke up in the morning, really
    early, only to wake up and find
    a letter under my pillow.

    Written in ink, with a neat and
    beautiful. With the sweet words
    "Happy Valentines!".

    It just tingled my soul and touched
    my heart. Wish I'd told her that
    first, but she just read my mind.

    But I can't seem to move, because
    I fear that my intervention might
    cause a collapse.

    And as days pass by, I become
    more and more passive. And
    turn into ice.

    Even though I am frozen, there
    is still fire burning inside me
    that keeps me alive.

    Now I got ice in me, ice out of
    me, and ice all over me. But
    ice welt go away from me.

    I just wish you can touch me,
    so I can melt away from my
    icy prison.

    One touch from your fingertips
    will kill the cold, and heat up
    the fire.

    Please touch me, like the
    first time you put me back to
    life.