You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond. Gleaming with agitated torches.
Amy LowellAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 9, 1874
- Died: May 12, 1925