a little piece of poetry...

    you're my Joy and you're my Cross every little touch, the tiniest of signs - a delicate frown, a stranger word, a glimpse of bitterness in your tender, chocolate eyes - all of them are Thorns in my now weak, anxious heart... It used to be a cold and sharp jewel of ice. Ice that no one could dream to melt. But you did. You have the key to Warm it, you, only you, conquered my ...