I once knew a young girl made out of ice,
I’d play with her often she was always so nice,
But one day she met a boy made of fire,
I tried to warn her but her love only burned brighter,
Soon after that she was turned into water,
The boy however didn’t even falter,
He moved on with out little care,
His flames continuing to flare,
What was the meaning or what was his purpose?
To wipe such a good girl right off the surface?