(MY POEM OF ELSA! Who doesn't l’amour the gentle yet strong Snow Queen?❤️)
Frozen icicles scatter the halls of my palace
There a lone man sits in my chalice
Quietly I approach
Being as still as the stillest of the roach
He turned around and looked sad
All I saw was a icicle stabbed in his heart
Maybe it was because the dark
Enveloped his mind like a hole
In which the doom in longing like a rubber sole
I placed my snowy hand on his shoulder
"Do not be afraid of me." I whispered
His handsome eyes looked like round boulders
A smile creeped around his lips
Just like the Grinch during Christmas
His rapide, swift strong...
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