Ice

Pale as ice you passed me by;
I wondered what you really felt,
And waited through the changing times,
To see if you would one day melt.

I though that ice would melt with warmth,
But there were think I didn't know:
The sun can touch the outer layers,
But doesn't reach the deepest snow.

Winter sometimes seems like years,
Summer's sometimes far away,
But winter always turn to summer,
As surely does night to day.