My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this profile's cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I profile's entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by profile's heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind. ~Edmund Spencer (certain words altered slightly. So there. It ISN'T plagiarism. heart U!)