She was like a breath of fresh air

A winged dove with not one care

She rose and fell with the wind

Delicate alabaster skinned

He was like a wall of steel

Aching just to feel

A mere figure of existence

An act of pure resistance

She was whimsical and light

With vigor and fight

Beautiful and rare

Gazing with an unearthly stare

He was brooding and cold

Never fitting the solid mold

Melodic and pensive

Like an age old symphony, extensive

Together they became one

Like the moon and the sun

Colliding in a burst of kerosene

Vines twirled around each other, ancient and green

They washed over each other like a crashing wave

After years of wandering aimlessly through this desert of nullity

Oasis

Finally