Spare elegance in ice--just outside the window
The sad, long face of a beautiful young woman crying in the snow.
She grabs herself lovingly as if to stop her own tears.
No shoulder to cry on, no friends to rely on
For any living bein unloved, untended, you understand
For anyone loved or cared for, you never will
As she picks herself up, she looks to my window.
A tourtured smile spreads across her face.
She smiles as if to please me, to appease others.
This poor woman does not know how to put herself first.
She is sadened by others, giving little reguard to herself.
Neglected and cold, she wees for others,
with no one there, by her side.
She is alone.