**Shall I compare thee to a cold winter’s night?**

For you are far colder, your frost a biting blight.

Your dead, blue eyes gloss over, veiled in white haze,

A snow-blown blizzard, an endless, frozen maze.

Your touch chills to the bone, no warmth to find,

At times I wonder—does your heart beat behind?

Your smile is sharp, malicious, it cuts like a blade,

Yet in your jagged beauty, divinity is displayed.

My dear, you steal my breath with every glance,

In this cruel ballet of death and my dance.