Elemental
ELEMENTAL
You think that I am Fire
And needing air to burn
Yet I think you’re water
But no tap that I can turn
Yet I do have boiling oil
Bubbling in a copper urn
At times you seem cold
And show little concern
We’re warm when together
An outcome that I yearn
But as temperature rises
Steam is easy to discern
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