Love at First Snow

My love lives in a glass ball, I'm not able to hold or kiss or touch him at all.

I press my hand against the glass to his but it just feels cold, he stares with sad and lonely eyes, never to leave so I'm told.

I can wind him up with a key and he does a little dance for me.

He doesn't like it much, I can tell, how it makes me smile so, it's like he's coming out of his shell.

He wants out so he can be closer to me, he tells me with his eyes, but to break the glass would be his very demise.

Then one day he could stand it no more being in a glass ball, he moved it to the edge and I thought could save him so he wouldn't fall.

I pulled out the key and heard all the glass shatter, the key in my hand still but it didn't matter.

I went to him, heart pounding to see him free, but he was dying and these were his last words he said to me.

"Keep the key to remember me, I danced for you and you smiled at me."

"I love you."