Eyes were cold and icy,
yet smile filled with luminosity.
Hands so warm, but not so fiery;
how could I not fancy?
Comfort was once a fantasy
yet wide door, you opened for me.

Tongue was cold and icy,
yet warm and soft as jelly.
Voice is harsh,
yet feels like a melody;
filling the empty symphony within me.
For where there is darkness,
your radiance guides.

I am an ocean, yet
you were the pond that calmed
the waves that no one has ever tamed.