Fire or ice

Fire and Ice

One is fire, one is ice.
Both to me are nice
Fire burns me with a passion
Ice chills me to the bone

One is fire, one is ice.
Fire, her blonde flowing of hair
Her deep sea blue eyes burn any man.
Her lips as red as roses,
Softer then any rose petals
She warms my heart
Giving me love.

One is fire, one is ice
Ice, her pitch black flourish of hair
Her dark piercing eyes give me a lick of danger
Lips like a black licorice
Cold to the touch with her metallic rings,
She freezes over my heart,
Stealing it from fire,

So If I had to choose fire or ice,
Fire is nice,
But I like danger
So ice will suffice,

But will she eat my heart?
Its almost gored out of my chest as it is.
Shes proper then fire.
Fire can lie or decieve,
Ice will be cold but familure,
I ask but one thing,
Witch would you trust your fragile heart with?