Opal

　　by Amy Lowell

　　 You are ice and fire，

　　 The touch of you burns my hands like snow.

　　 You are cold and flame.

　　 You are the crimson of amaryllis，

　　 The silver of moon-touched magnolias.

　　 When I am with you，

　　 My heart is a frozen pond

　　 Gleaming with agitated torches.

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