My ice to your fire
For you I will melt
For too much desire
Much pain has been dealt
I bleed to inspire
I'm bled from my belt
My head never higher
Such pain I have felt
Spin me like a tire
Heart aches like a welt
On my knees I retire
For you I have knelt
My fate to expire
In fear I have dwelt
I'm ice you are fire
For you I will melt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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