Love is composed of a singular soul
Inhabiting two separate bodies.
Maybe that’s why love can be hot and cold,
And why sometimes things can be so rocky.
The neutral soul has been split in two parts.
One like an ever-burning crimson flame,
One like an iron glacier’s frozen heart,
The other’s extreme can they alone tame.
And in an uproar of steam they will find,
The rage of winter and scorch of summer
Come together as one season most kind.
Spring, the season of Nature’s great wonders.
For it takes love of those hot and heartless,
To find your way from out of the darkness