my truths have shown me I am fire

and yours? That you are ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I do my best to hold my fire,

but know that I have perished twice

and am sick enough of knowing hate

to say that for destruction

we should lay our weapons down.

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I’m a frost fan. I don’t know why this came to me out of nowhere, but I admire the poem, and felt it call to me in a way I can’t explain; so I attempted my own version.