Icy Core

Sometimes, no, often

I think I will say: "Stop,

I don't want this anymore."

     But in that very moment

     your hair ignites the sun;

     your smile sparkles....

How do I tell you:

"Love alone is not enough,

love can kill....

if it smothers

if nothing can rekindle

it."

     And even though your eyes

     of warm mocha coffee,

     and your wiry brown hair

     make me melt inside,

for some reason it

never reaches my

icy core.