poem?

3/28/2004

You flush the fire with water and yet feed it with coal.
You keep me warm but cover me with ice.

My skin is tickled but I’m slapped.
The smell of roses fights the stale air.
It’s smooth with sharp, evil points.
With a sweet seranade, you burst my eardrums.

Don’t attack my senses!
Your sweetness is sour,
Your smile, a frown.
I’m confused….please decide.