Pale as 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 thought that ice would melt with warmth
but there were things I did not know:
the sun can touch the outer layers
but does not reach the deepest snow

winter sometimes seems like years
summer's sometimes far away
but winters always turn to summer
as surely as does night to day