A Warrior's Soul

A friendly smile of hope affair,
a tender grin of soft delight.
A frozen face of cautious dare
looks out across the frozen night.;

for hidden deep, what grows inside,
cannot be seen or felt by touch.
A secret sewn in careful bide
is delicate to even such.

So far it be to feel the pain
of one to ever love or choose,
for even inside gentle mane
remains a fear yet left to lose.