He was wildfire in a forest
fought every day for burning too brightly
smoke rose in the sky wherever he walked
serving as a constant reminder of past recklessness

she remained soft in a world made of stone
fought every day for reflecting cowardice
covering scars and bruises with callouses and clothing
growing a little more cold with each passing day

they met by chance
were left forever changed
he gave her warmth
saw strength in her peace
she taught him control
gave his passion direction