Cold mistress, you’ve come and gone,
Leaving your frost upon the dawn.
A touch so still, a breath so light,
You slip away in silent night.
Your hands, they speak in icy air,
A quiet sting, a tender care.
But warmth you lacked, and hearts you took,
In your embrace, we never looked.
Still, we wait for what you bring—
The fleeting touch of winter’s sting.
A love that leaves, but never stays,
A frozen kiss that fades away.