When the day comes to an end;
I look to you.
Hoping you don't disappear;
Like you used to.
Your love burns my soul like molten lava;
My heart is ice, melting in your hand.
As diligent as the sun in the summer;
Your passion, is unending like sand.
Your face is saved in my hard drive;
Your essence is glue, holding my pieces.
Your arms are where my dreams thrive;
Where nothing I touch turns to ashes.
Your fragrance ignites my senses;
Your shoulders are my cushion.
The bite marks on your skin;
Is proof of our love-making.
You take my rhyme;
You take my rhythm.
But at the same time;
You are both of them.
Title: MELTING ICE
Written by: ESTHER OMONIGHO OZIEGBE
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