Hidden in the shadows bright light
burning red such beauty in sight
Torch-flames in the passionate air
mesmerized by his dancing flare

Darkness fall with scornful thunder
glowing dimly as an ember
caressing heat could still be felt,
making this ice to smile and melt

must not touch the fire they all say
for it could lit a single hay
simply fire and ice can't collide
we could vanish so must abide

Burning coal could slowly go low
could vaporize the winter snow
my passionate fire, holding tight
calming heat with all might

trembling ground of the frozen river
the heart of ice seems to quiver
like olaf said that i adore,
"some people are worth melting for"