Chill of Ardor
Within winter’s heart, our love—an icy fire burns,
My love is like to ice, stark against the ferns.
A cold that sears with passion’s heat, and yet preserves beneath,
In frost’s embrace, ardently, our love finds its sheath.
Frost’s Caress
Glacial yet ablaze, in contradictions dwell,
My love is like to ice, in quiet stories tell.
A touch that numbs yet warms the soul, a paradox so fierce,
In the silence of the snowfall, our affections pierce.
Cold Devotion
My love is like to ice, yet burns so bright,
In your embrace, both day and night.
With every touch, with every sigh,
My icy love does melt and fly.
In your warmth, my heart does glow,
My love like ice begins to flow.
With every kiss, my soul ignites,
In love’s pure fire, our hearts take flight.
Though cold as ice, my love endures,
In your arms, it finds its cures.
In every season, come what may,
My love like ice will never sway.
So let us cherish this love so rare,
My love like ice, beyond compare.
