This ice sculpture im viewing,
Is a complete monument of what is strong
Holding to my yearning to be wise
So is my disguise not wasted in plenty but used
To suit my new esteem with a wife
I stare at it and wonder, if this is how I look
Then We’re fonder than what I imagined
Of holding tight to the resources so delightful
Is our maker seeking to caress our tone
With stone,but in ice of regency
This melts but as it drips
Sits the resin in accord to what makes us bow
The art of this is now in the moment
So take us to the road where you meet us
Because I only care about what you think of us
Truly your spirit settles in this path
so endearing as
You touch us with Beauty.