Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
If we lived in a perfect world, would fire and ice both exist at the same time? Pardon my intro, I just wanted to rhyme, you see this is a tale of fire and ice…
I remember!
She was my fire and I was her ice;
She was my burning passion and I was her cooling effect,
She was hot in the literal sense and I was cool literally;
She brought heat with her love and I brought cool with my touch,
She burned my ego and I chilled her temper;
She melted my pride and I froze her image in my memory,
She incinerated my childishness and blocked her tantrums like ice – blocks;
She was my reason for summer and I was comfort in winter,
She was my light in the day, I called her the sun and I was her beaming brilliance at night she called me the moon,
So whenever we met, we overshadowed all the worlds hate and jealousy till they called us the eclipse;
You see we had heard a lot of people say that we cannot be,
That we wouldn’t last seeing as we came from different worlds, but see we both hailed from royalty;
She was the warm radiance of her people and I was the gentle breeze,
She was the exact level balance I needed for ice and I was the right chill for her flames;
They called us names like lukewarm,
So I ask again: If we lived in a perfect world would fire and ice then both exist at the same time?
Because me and my Queen are still going strong…
