The untold stories of tomorrow night,
The pictured memories of the morning dew
A loves enquiry,
A heartbreak untold,

The Icey story of the Drizzle breeze.
The pitter pat of tomorrow pain,
Similarity to ice, is untold as before;
The warm encounter of drizzle with skin,
Can be acidic for the few within.

But get the breeze
With it's fiery force
Is calmer than any Ice Drizzle I see,
I felt it circle my cold appeal
And now in its arms I wish to remain,
Now and forever more,

Gideon Quaye

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ice-drizzle-breeze/