You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched magnolias.
When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.
Opal
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: fire, heart, moon, silver, snow, cold, ice, touch, frozen, flame, crimson, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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