Ice from a Fire

Susan Brown
Why do you look at me
As the worst sinner?

The love I grew used to
Has grown thinner.

I long for the warmth of your embrace,
But to stand alongside you is an overwhelming chase.

In good moods
You tell me you love me

But the very next day
From you I only want to flee.

How can ice
Come from such a fire?

Why do you words
Now prove you to be a liar?

Published by Susan Brown

European beauty Susan is a woman of many talents and niches, with a good background in plants and natural remedies, foreign delights and cuisine, relationship advice, and everyday wisdom for life (which she...  View profile

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