My love is like to ice, and I to fire: <br />How comes it then that this her cold so great <br />Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, <br />But harder grows the more I her entreat? <br />Or how comes it that my exceeding heat <br />Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, <br />But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, <br />And feel my flames augmented manifold? <br />What more miraculous thing may be told, <br />That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, <br />And ice, which is congeal's with senseless cold, <br />Should kindle fire by wonderful device? <br />Such is the power of love in gentle mind, <br />That it can alter all the course of kind.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-is-like-to-ice/
