I have submerged myself in the cold many times,
The freezing, merciless stings of ice that pierce my skin left a mark to be seen.
So what difference would your cold heart make to me?
I am already used to the heartless cold,
Which drags you along with it with a sheer force so strong,That the faint-hearted warriors would wish to never see it again.
Then, how could you possibly think that I would lose to your love?
I have confronted the freezing ocean of love so many times,
That it now has become my warmest friend.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.