

Heart of fire, heart of iceTrust in fire, believe in desire, Cupid does not tire. So burn on my pyre.Heart of fire, heart of ice
I trust in fire; and burn in desire, I imagine Cupid must tire After kindling so much pyre
With fire, think twice Trust in ice It's more precise And to love does not entice.
I am fire; I feed desire, passion does not tire. You are a diamond in my pyre.
Never think twice, I will melt the ice. Science exists to be precise. And to love I entice.
I will give you space, no gown of lace is needed with your face