she was delicate
like a scalpel blade is delicate
as blood drips from its edge

his eyes
were the warm comfort
of aged bourbon

her hair
was the raging red
of a forest fire

his hands
were long and beautiful
like a tiger’s leap is elegant

she had a temper
that when unleashed
raged across the air
a tornado destroying all in its path
and then suddenly ceasing to be

he had a patience
vaster than the sea he called home
an endless ability to wait for what he wanted

and they loved each other
with a fierceness
that even the hardest soul
could see and feel

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