(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Ice And Fire

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal'd with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.

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I agree Edmund. Outstanding poetry.
I love this poem so much. It reminds me of me and my boyfriend. Our love for each other is so mad, crazy, we r happy together, but also hurting. But apart we are hurting even more. He always says to me Brianna, you are like fire, and i'm like ice, we are mad crazy in love, but are the opposite of each other.
Thanks for the lovely poem shared.
Very nice poem I like it
Nice poem I like it
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