Non-Erotic PoetryPassion's FireWhen will the ice melt,
That hides Passion's fire.
When it has felt,
The heart's true desire.
As ocean spray is torn to mist,
beating on weathered stone.
She wonders there does it exist,
or will she forever stand alone.
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