He called her his fire
She called him her ice
He tried to act cold
Her warmth felt too nice
Why do you melt me?
With words that you say
I hate that you burn me
With your actions by day
Your heat is infectious
It wraps and holds me
I freeze and resist you
But a puddle I'll soon be
I watch as you share
Your warmth with others
I can't pretend to be frosted
You make me a warm lover
Poem is just away from self pretention.I loved. Beautiful poem shared.Thanks
A blazing pen-gem, Hannah...Stellar structural movement throughout...Keep that pen pumping! ~FjR`
lol Thank you...please read more I'd like to think this isn't my only stellar poem :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Hannah, Wonderful poem. Just reminded me of your old poem: : BURN ME: : . Why dont you post it again here? Or may I? -unnikrishnan