A Paradox

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A Paradox

I know you love me better cold

Strange as the pyramids of old

Responselessly.

But I am frail, and spent and weak

With surging torrents that bespeak

A living fire.

So, like a veil, my poor disguise

Is draped to save me from your eyes’

Deep challenges.

Fain would I fling this robe aside

And from you, in your bosom hide

Eternally.

Alas! you love me better cold

Like frozen pyramids of old

Unyieldingly?