In a furnace, forged is my new love to be,
Fire start, and turned on such a lee,
A boat does past, and with her icy gaze,
Sink it does, as bow to give her praise.
Yet for all her power, all her might,
She'd never use it, much less fight.
Her strength comes from quiet thoughtfulness,
A power which only she posesses.
In time, she can scorch you more than sun,
On burning bright day, that ever come.
But there is another side to my bright sun,
One ever worthy to be won.
In warm bliss, can she freeze,
from hot wind to warm caressing breeze.
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