My soul, warm as the
palm-strewn caribbean,
warm waves snuggling
the strolling legs of
my beloved friends,
smooth sand slickering
over sun-bathed bodies.

But Oh! How I wish
I was like the lasting
glaciers of the arctic,
freezing in all emotions,
my dream is in being a
beautiful ice-maiden.

Icy maiden… yes I am,
glassy icy wall around me
shielding me from blasts
of worldly hurt ‘n’ joy.
In this frigidity, chill
all encompassing my being
I have found a blissful joy.