Your eyes are ice pools, winter's chill, frozen depths where glaciers still, untouched by summer's warmth they lie, a frost that never thaws to cry.
And yet beneath that crystal gaze, beyond the permafrost's icy haze, burns a heart of molten fire, fueled by passionate desire.
A paradox of seeming cold, concealing embers that smolder bold, banked in your core, a furnace bright, melting through life's darkest night.
For in those irises, glacial and clear, hides a soul afire without fear, an inferno raging, relentless and true, thawing the tundra others once knew.
A blaze that sears through ice's façade, incinerating shells that isolation trod,
Reducing all barriers to ashen remains, as your ardent spirit transcends and reigns. Those wintry lakes may hold passersby, reflecting only their own icy lie, but those who dive into devotion's brook, are forever warmed by your inner fire's look.
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Penny for a Poem
PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
