He is more than mixed up
Sugar and fluid, a perfect blend
Cream and ice, cold but sweet.
He says he’s smells like peril,
Yes, he’s red.. With a flow of white.
He flows like snow at spring
And he’s more than mixed up
His peril bleeds lovely love,
A drop of blood, a trickle of peace
Yet he melts just when I need him
He melts and is still cold,
To cool my hot, to calm my storms
I love him when I need him,
I need him when he’s useful
He’s useful when I’m hot.