Walking down ice numbs one's feet
Yet fire makes it much sweeter
A present is what one wants to meet
Not a desperate goodbye gone bitter
So fire was asked by ice,
"What's your trouble?"
She answers after he asked thrice,
"My love for you increases by double."
"Fire fire fire
It's me you never tire"
and with ice to kiss,
Fire couldn't find another bliss
So they ended each other
For Ice and fire cannot blend together
And their memories start to gather
To evaporate through snow in winter
