Melting Ice

It began in Atlantica
freezing against the heat..
I could feel the touch of it
cool,soft and mesmerizing!
but always you take it to Africa
and let it melt..
I tried to take it back to the place
where it belongs
"Let it be there!" I cried.
but you did not hear it or
you did not want to hear it;
I cannot try always,
now I am fed up with all.
I just let it be..
where you want it to be..
and I tell that my love is like "melting ice";
forever it would be!