Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

This one goes out to the one I love.
This one goes out to the one I have left behind.
A simple prop
To occupy my time.
This one goes out to the one I love.
Fire.
Fire.

Robert Frost is a shitty poet.