I was ice and you were fire,
My love for you was a burning desire.
The way your flames gently caressed my cold,
I wanted to touch you, I wanted something close to hold.
But as we did,
I slowly melted,
Your flame dying slow,
My ice cap dented.
You were plotting to leave,
But I held you close,
Scared to let go,
Your flame never rose.
You began to worry,
You began to fret,
My cold touch was hurting you,
Something that I regret.
I said I was sorry,
I tried to smile,
But our love was diminishing,
Like the flame of your candle.
Your light was almost out,
So you said goodbye,
You let me go,
One last time.
As you went,
So did the light,
While I lay here,
Wondering why.
You lit my world,
Helped me see,
Now you're gone,
And darkness has come over me.
I lay in this ice box,
Remembering your flickering flame,
Blaming myself for your pathetic game.
I touched where your mark had left,
A small melted shape is kept.
I hold it dear,
For that's what is left,
I have nothing else of you,
But of memories and your theft.
Sometimes I catch your candle wax,
Dripping here and there,
And I turn colder,
For more lonely nights to bear.
Your heat was intense,
So was your profound love,
But nostalgia fools me,
It's shows no wrong.