He has ice water for blood
And a stone for a heart
Though they live there together
They are worlds far apart
She is the water, he is the earth
The best they can manage
Is barely a dearth
They wait for the rain
To cleanse all their pain
For each loveless day
Is cloaked in disdain
Trust it becomes
A mere fleeting matter
And her heart breaks into
As it finally shatters
Emotions fly high
In the wind as they scatter
Beyond the horizon
No longer in view
True love is a blessing
For the fortunate few
But not for the one
Who is so filled with such ire
Who long ago lost
All her earthly desire
Just look at her aura
Consumed by the fire
As the flames of her anger
Grow higher and higher
Her ashes now spent
On the funeral pyre
But alas when her soul
It finally wakes up
She will waken in heaven
To Loves sweetest touch
Lynne FincherSpringarden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worlds-apart-13/
