Sonnet 3

My love lights up like fire: You are so cold as snow.
I am burning as a volcano in eruption: Like ice you grow.
Why your coldness awakes on me such an ardent love?
No one can really explain why love works that way.
My passion is so great: Your passion is like a ghost:
It goes around my body, but as cold as it comes it goes.
But, why I love you: I do not know, I just feel it in my soul.
I need you: I do not know why, I just feel this way.
I love you, and you love: Isn’t strange how this love grows?
You are as cold as the Antarctic, and my passion for blows
Eruption that I do not know how to contain: I am in love.
You love is death and you alive: I am flying around you like a white dove.
What can I do if I love you and I cannot live with out you?
All I have to do is to love you even though you do not love me.