Fire Ice and Rage

The ones that get close, always seem to get burned. Being like fire, everyone knows, is a lesson that ought to be learned. They break my hearts, as I break theirs. That's the end as another starts, these adventures that I share. Like ice and rage, like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. A new chapter, a new page, making danger into loads of fun. My pain is ancient and forever, as my broken hearts never seem to heal. All the times I think I'm clever, just trying to make this love real. I burn at the centre of time, and I can see the turn of the universe. Are my thoughts such a crime, that I may not even attempt to converse? A day it would be, that I wait to be cheerful, is the day that someone describes me with, "And he's wonderful."