Torn.

I am torn between two ends:

the burning passion of desire

and the sharp songs of seclusion.

What am I to do with you?

Is love that flares as high as can be,

be more than enough for you and me?

Enough to overcome patience

that runs as thin as clear ice

and a lonely heart longing to be free?

For nothing now compares to our days spent.

But I fight everyday to keep what we have left.

Fire and ice, which will it be?

Is love enough to keep you and me?

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