She looked up into his slightly warmer gaze. The initial coldness had thawed somehow. She liked it for some reason.
Once again, she found herself under a spell. Her feet moved on their own accord until she stood a breath away from him.
Her hands lifted as she placed them on his cheek. Looking directly into his gaze, she spoke again. Only instead of actual words, she used poetry to express her thoughts.
" Thawing the ice, I crave. Seeing the warmth, I want to misbehave. It's not that I am brave, far from it darling. It's only that, your image is engraved. So deep in my heart, I feel enslaved.
I am sorry, I just feel a sudden urge to rave. My blubber, do not blame, for I know not what I crave. Not any more. "
Then she snapped out of it, letting go of the man's cheeks. To her astonishment, he had closed his eyes and let her touch warm his cold heart.
