...and there you submerged yourself
       a warm bubble'd spot in my heart
against all storm warnings and precautions,
you fancied a challenge or crazy I suppose
this chambered heart is made of titanium
shot down, where once emotion pump'd
running rivers rage of icy futile frigid waters

I'll be the first to admit, still waters run deep
and this placid exterior hides a passionate undertow
although once the levy was broken,
            it took all warmblooded survivors

yet, still you linger without a preserver in sight...

perhaps, there's more to this element,

       the nature of drowning's decent

                     gingerly takes another breath