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My love is ice, and I am fire;

How is it then that this her cold, so great

Is not warmed through my desire, so hot,

But colder grows the more I her pursue?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

Her touch alone, glacial in feel, threatens to extinguish my life

Her love denied, my body taken, ravaged, used and discarded

A frozen husk

What more miraculous thing may be told,

That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,

Should kindle fire by wonderful device?

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Joli
23:27 Aug 15 2008

"Well I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre

Could be burning on the edge, of the ice field"

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captainglobehead
13:34 Aug 20 2008

Nice. Meatloaf. I'm flattered that this made you think of one of his ballads.

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