A Paradox

I know you love me better cold
Strange as the pyramids of old
But I am frail, and spent and weak
With surging torrents that bespeak
A living fire.
So, like a veil, my poor disguise
Is draped to save me from your eyes'
Deep challenges.
Fain would I fling this robe aside
And from you, in your bosom hide
Alas! you love me better cold
Like frozen pyramids of old
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