Like Ice
By Geraldine Delos Santos
His eyes
deep pools of silvery gray
Pale face strong and hard
every stern look
showing his undeniable authority
His broad shoulders
clothed in a cloak of midnight black
freshly ironed- crisp and clean
His slightly overgrown blonde hair
smooth as silk, neatly styled
skimming the back of his collar
He walks down the dark dungeons
long and even strides
His hands
carelessly stuffed in his pockets
He was a vision of perfection,
that no one could deny.
Suddenly
he passed her.
Angelic innocence
surrounded her heart shaped face
Slowly her gaze landed on his
Smiling, she was only for him
His austere expression broke
pools of gray flooded with bright blue
His monotonous strides
now followed a rhythm
His heart
A frivolous boy
became of the man
As she shattered his soul
like ice.