If I were fire, so I'm told
I'd be the flame of desire
Harmless but consuming
Driving out the cold.

But how can this be,
This destiny of burning
How could I ignite
With no spark my yearning to see?

So I asked her twice
My curiosity would suffice
To know my heart
Is bound to ice.

If I am ice then, can I
A broken heart mend, 'on the fly'?
Since my soul is that of frost,
Shouldn't warming compassion be lost?

Fire burns with passionate fury
Ice whispers in silence of its purity
The two combine within me in strife
United and balanced like a court's jury

The product, ever present and omniscient
Contains hopes and dreams that I envision.
Clear water, both peaceful and violent
Mimics my heart throughout life's mission.

 
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