Ice And Fire Poem by abhirami sudheesh

Ice: to fire
I'm merely a cold stone
But you were there to warm me.
I was shaken to the core;
A pleasant result of your humble caresses
I melted at your touch;
What I didn't know then, wasn't predictable.
Your pretence had the truth covered;
I got smaller as YOU got closer
You clutched me tight;
With the dark passion only to destroy me.
It was too late when I knew;
And you embraced me until I vanished.