Sculpture Of Ice Poem by Isabella Francis

There stands in front of me a sculpture made of ice,
Twinkling in the moonlight with beautiful brown eyes.

She stands as if she hasn’t a care in the world
Smiling are her lips like petals of rose unfurled.

Her hair shines platinum in the moonlight
She holds the edge of her silver dress light.

Her feet are just how a lotus feels to a desert,
Her liquid eyes quench every weary traveler’s thirst.

Yet she melts every moment and grows weaker
Melts and melts but not water, only nectar.

I sought to protect her but I see no ways to do so
Even with my slightest touch a part of her forever goes.

My proximity makes her melt faster
If I leave at least her life will continue much farther.

I now leave, stealing her last glance
She stands there, poised in her favorite stance.