Ice

I am the ice,
melting by the slightest touch,
underneath the arms
which with so much warmth,
provide a companionship,
ready to give up my thousand lives,
ready to be born again,
and melt forever,
yes, that deep is the love,
And when I die out,
I leave you cool,
and the effect I have on your
angry palms, I believe,
lasts long..