Fire and Ice met in his chest and it was a mighty clash Yet, she was sleeping beauty on his chest. His heartbeat sang sweet soft lullabies that never seemed to end and yet, there was a war in his chest. A ribcage filled with harsh tongues of fierce flames, licking at rock hard blocks of ice. A flood rolled in; a lukewarm tidal wave it shook his chest. The fire burnt on and yet it was freezing cold. …to be continued… #fire #Series #fireandice #poetry #ice #love #poem #poeticse