Fire And Ice
Is living with my wife paradise?
Or, am I caught between the fire and ice?
Is she the way she supposed to be?
I often felt it wasn’t right to me.
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The fire is an emotional outburst of explicative’s.
Now, you can see just how sick it is.
The ice is the deadly silence that follows.
Makes you feel like your hung from a gallows.
Is this paradise?
Caught between the fire and the ice.
Is this the way it supposed to be?
It just doesn’t seem right to me.
It could happen at most any time.
I don’t believe the fault is always mine.
I sometimes feel like I’ll come unglued.
But, I say no!!– I will not be fooled.
I know I’m living in paradise.
Caught between the fire and the ice.
This must be what it supposed to be.
Because I know she really loves me.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)