**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.