White Hot

White doves of hope and promises
Of peace and of wishes of happiness
The purest of snow
Sweet sugar, refined
Sweet virgin in a white dress, confined

White is the color
Of the hottest burning stars
Of innocent girls
Of down feathers flying from
Pristine pillows
The aftermath of the first time
They saw the blinding white light
A thing I never saw
Just left in my mind
Behind my closed doors

Quiet and meek
And stumbling and pure
Maybe that's what I am to you
But I burn well
And I burn true
A white clad lady
Bloody red, blue
A virgin
A vixen
I burn white hot, too