Oh Ms Believer,
My pretty Sleeper,
Your twisted mind,
Is like snow on the road,
Your shakin shoulder,
Is cold like ice,
Inside my head,
In the dead of winter,
I will tell you,
I love you,
But the muffs on your ears,
Will cater you fears,
My nose and feet,
Are running as we start,
To traval throuogh snow,
Together we go,
Go through time,
Until the end of time.
By Amber Mansfield