I could give you so many reasons why I love you.
Your laugh, your smile. Your heart, your smarts. The light in your eyes and the passion in your voice...
I could go on until my throat went raw...
But I somehow can't see one reason for why you love me.
This love is rough.
So alike, yet so different.
You are flames hot enough to burn the world, yet cold enough for it to not notice.
I am ice wrapped around a broken heart and spirit.
While you unfreeze me, I slowly put you out...
Though you are working quick and hard it is a race...
Will my melting ice put out your flames first?
Or will you burn through my defense and help me?