Tyrone Wingfield - Fire and Ice

I have chosen to bathe in Fire
And my love has chosen Ice
Yet she is my hearts only desire
And she finds me easy to entice

You would think that our opposition
To bring us unwanted dismay
But this mild complication
Has never bothered us in any way

Some would assume that the Ice would melt
Instead it sits in the midst of the flames, compleatly intact
What we have is unlike anything I've every felt
And that is a simple fact

Others would expect the Fire to become tame
And be reduced to mere specks of light
Instead it became a stronger flame
That burns hot and bright

I have chosen to bathe in Fire
And my love has chosen Ice
Together we each magnify the others power
Without the slighest sacrafice

Tyrone Wingfield

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