I am a warm ice cube,
Melted in a queer world,
Who wants a sketch of LOVE
Through rain dripping,
To admire HER for myself,
Spread over a field of chances.
LOVE flows only in one way..
A little if you want
You have to gather HER
In a burnt soil cup.
When SHE comes towards you
Admire HER playful breasts,
And ask HER
How can you freeze again.