You are ice and fire, <br />The touch of you burns my hands like snow. <br />You are cold and flame. <br />You are the crimson of amaryllis, <br />The silver of moon-touched magnolias. <br />When I am with you, <br />My heart is a frozen pond <br />Gleaming with agitated torches. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Venus<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/opal/
