So tell me Fire,
And tell me Ice,
Which do you admire,
Which would more suffice?
A man who'll make himself different,
For a woman that he likes,
Or a man that won't change,
For Fire or for Ice.
Tell me this, and I'll adjust accordingly,
Don't and I won't,
But please, judge me justly,
For my heart, one will smote.
And after she decides to refuse,
I'll retreat, I'll recluse.
But not for long,
Don't get me wrong,
I simply can't stay in my shell,
No matter if outside is Hell,
Or anyplace I can dwell,
I'll be happy again,
But tell Fire,
Or tell me Ice,
Which do you admire,
Which version would suffice?
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Expressions of a poor man
PoetryMy poems of love, hate, despair, happiness, imagination, and other.