A snowflake kissed her eyelash When she stepped into the night. Floating flakes like feathers falling softly to the ground. Wrapped her gently in a cloak of purest white. The fire within compelled her, but night could freeze her tears. Could she pluck just one small diamond from its soft and lovely flight, Could she keep it for herself? Keep a perfect jewel so near? Back inside, the flames leaped up to warm her frozen hands. What have I done? What have I done? To bring this moment here? The fire within destroyed the jewel. It also dried the tear. I wish I could have kept just one To ornament my hair, But like an angel's passion It was not meant for there.