The Fire and Ice
Always on the outside looking in
Alone and lonely though surrounded by
Never really letting anyone in
No man could ever warm her heart
That is till he walked in
Blue eyes of ice
met brown eyes of fire
She saw a tornado there
With arms of the wind to quiet the fire
The volcano became aware
True love is more than rare
Two old souls had met on a dare
Explosions have erupted
And crushing winds have blown through
But her love has only grew
Something she never knew
Once a free spirit
Now bound by the wind
She waits for her man
To blow in again
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