A Butterfly Effect

Ice Queen

Cold,

is my sweet lover.

But how can she love when she has no heart?

When she rules her kingdom with an iron fist,

ignoring the pleas and threats of those foolish peasants,

she has no time to dawdle with a lowly commoner,

but when I visit her,

her eyes light up with mine,

and the empty space that replaces her heart fills with love.

Why do the people not see this?

Instead their nightmares are filled with an Iron Maiden.

Cold to the touch.

She couldn't possibly be with a lowly commoner like me!

She can barely muster any affection for her deathly ill husband.

How could she feel for me?

Smile to me?

Why not, see that you can be happy with a lowly commoner like me?

What is a name for a tease,

that you liked to be teased by?

She looks at me with eyes that make my breathe stop and heart beat a hundred miles per minute.

Eyes filled with the wisdom and character of a woman that has gone through trial by fire,

battles and wars,

yet come out victorious.

I love her and she loves me.

But we cannot live freely,

in a world where somebody with such stature,

marries someone like me.

Does that make her cold?

Or just smart?

She knows the art of war,

and she’s raging one on my heart.

A siege on my emotions,

and an attack on my brain.

An after she’s brought all her horses and her men,

where does that leave me?

Trying to pick up the rubble.

She’s the only cure.

Turning to my enemy,

and my lover,

my torturer,

and my affair,

but after all,

Where does that leave me?

It leaves me,

Desperate for attention,

And longing for her touch,

Craving her affection,

And trying to release her clutch,

On my heart.

But I know,

when I go home,

to my empty "house",

she’s looking upon our kingdom,

and looking for me.

Because I know,

I do the same thing to my Ice Queen.