I will not apologize for the intensity of my fire just because you like the cold.
I will not stifle my embers just because you prefer icicles.
I will not shade your eyes because the light that’s necessary for me to see blinds you.
You see it as too hot, but it’s just body temperature.
My temperate is your overheated, your moderate chilling. What you feel as a burn, I feel as frostbite.
It is not my fault that I feel with a frightening intensity. It is not your fault you navigate with reserved caution. I will not burn you as punishment, but you cannot freeze me out.