The fire is iced in the box-
unkindled lies in a lair.
Awakes when the desire knocks,
or hides deep inside somewhere.
Sometimes its fragrance escapes
as the ice vapours away.
Then this fire new attire drapes,
and no frost can make it sway.
Gloves are off when undisguised-
ice on fire or fire is iced.
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