Cold, perfect, beautiful
But with a heart of ice
It'd be an understatement
To say he isn't nice
Brother of the man
I freed from the tree
The when he looks at me
I think he's meant for me
I know he isn't heartless
Because I have seen
He allows a girl to travel
And with them I wish to be
He cares for her
Will protect her to the end
Is this jealousy I'm feeling?
But I know she's just a friend
His cold and beautiful style
His heart that's covered in ice
His emotionless façade
I hope I will suffice
But I know from experience
Of love unrequited
The hurt it brings is deep and painful
As if, on my heart, he spit
Yet I cannot woo him
He, who I so rarely see,
And always on bad terms
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
So I will admire from afar
And dream my dreams at night
I'll tell no one of my fancies
So they won't hear my plight