She is like a statue of mute exquisite beauty carved out of marble

Barren loveliness that lures the eyes but devoid of soul

Her lips are like a blood stain on alabaster skin of satin

Glistening like dewy rose buds in the light at dawn

Eyes are vacant like frozen pools that flowed once with emotion

Irises glowing faintly as crystals of ice but the warm twinkle lost

Her gaze conveys no warmth , but freezes with haughty indifference

Soft modulated voice like an echo from dark caves

Lacks the rippling ecstasy of juvenile throats

Her smile never reflects in her gaze turning golden

It is just a stretch of lips , a glimpse of teeth

Almost like an abreviated snarl, at best just a parody of smile

She seems to be a saga etched out of the winter snow

Her emotions are buried deep or just dead

She has no bliss, feels no pain, life for her is vacant numbness

With a ice block for a heart, she lives life as a chore

A duty performed, not living but existing

A living corpse long since buried in a virtual cemetry

By the side of her vanquished sentiments

And love is the only hope for her

The flme of love and passion can melt the ice of indifference

To make her human again healing all wounds

That had turned her numb…