Ice, Untouched

An icy poem

I'd very much rather
Leave the ice untouched.
If it were broken,
I would be crushed
Under the pressure of all the things I'd have to do,
Just to simply get on the warmer side of you.
I'd rather endure the cold shoulder
Than try to heat it
And get the flu.

We both tread
Very thin ice
Below us, the freezing water
That threatens our life.
So let's stay a fair distance apart:
If we get close
The ice will shatter into a million shards,
And the same will happen to our hearts.

Once, I saw you shivering,
Among the pure white scenery
That gleams with a glittering.
There was a barren oak next to you,
It's leaves replaced by snow.
I thought,
That I should perhaps offer my coat
To warm you, and I could endure the cold.
But
In doing that I would be cracking the icy mold,
So I left you to mope...

Unbeknownst to me,
You were getting quite bitter,
Like the coldness I have been emitting
In fear of you.
It's like a melting icecube,
And when it's gone
We'll both be overcome with a chilly gloom.

You caught me as I turned to leave
And I felt like I would coldly scream.
But there was this warmth coming from you,
And it seemed like our hearts beat in tune.
Though very rare,
In this winter,
The flower of our love
Began to bloom.

You were the icebreaker
To my wall of ice;
And I discovered
You were quite nice!
I couldn't be cold,
When you had so warmed me.
So I'll reciprocate,
And keep you warm
Through the blizzard of life.