Hot Ice

In the second phase of my journey

I walk hand in hand with her;

Not just any woman but my woman

She who entices and makes me feel like a king

She who listens, advices and pampers me

Her touch…? Ouch I cannot say

But what I can, is when united-

Well… we’ll surely have no ordinary family

But in span of events

I wonder if my true love really existed

Hence out of much grief
I sought for a brief separation

That which resulted in the biggest emotional battle ever sparked by us both

And now I ponder

With distance placing us worlds apart

I wonder

Who is behind the woman I know; or I thought I did

For in the deepest of hearts; I meditate

How can she with such wild passion-

Chill my heart with hurtful wording in rage?

Can I control such fury when fully bond?

I know not

But in the current-

I’m deeply involved in hot-iced passion …