All this while I had love
The kind of love
That if my heart was ice,
It would melt
If my heart was water,
Would turn to mist
And reach the skies
Then pour down like rain drops
But his love is not so subtle
It is such.. that
My cold heart was thrown in fire
The flames reached the skies
The clouds were ashes
And even if the Milkyway
had to burn and fall,
The flames would not be extinguished
That's the love that burns in my heart,
Runs through my veins
It is fire in ice.
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