He was very hot, Mr. Nice,
She was chilled, Ms. Ice.
He took her in his arms
There up to shining heaven’s orb
covered with clouds.
Clouds disappeared and
Orbs seen shining nude
But she, Ms Ice melted
And, drenched Mr. nice
Again cloud wrapped the orb
And orbs no more seen
Alone Mr. Nice sat at the darkest corner
And whispered,
Nothing is forever, neither trust nor lust
Nothing is forever, Mr Nice, not even someone made out of ice What an adorable, charming poem. Enjoyed, thank you. May inspiration be with you,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a nice metaphor