Fire and Ice

My love is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this his cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I he entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by his heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be revealed,
That fire, which is congealed with senseless zeal,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Devoured and senseless, consumed in his ruptured ice
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.






by xDxReneexBosqx
posted on 07/24/2009

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