My Love Is Like An Upside Down Iceburg

I leave it on the page, more so than in my words, my love is like an upside down iceberg. I burn blue with cold, and I feel the undercurrent, but I leave more in the air and hope that it’s current. These stanzas and rhyme schemes mean the world to me but I don’t know what they say, are you the girl for me? If I doubt that means I care, or atleast I think it does -though I don’t like to go there. A few more lines for the thought, no matter what my love, still burns hot. -like a volcano, Or the sun, though not like in other poems That is the ice that I could never show um’. The ice that everyone knows and loves, you have to wait for, and you have to get wet to explore.