He was opportunity, a fresh blank canvas.
                    leaving the artwork to her imagination.
She poured herself onto him leaving
                    everlasting evidence of her existence.
He learned to love her remnants of ink as his own.

Her hands were capped with the soot of her past
                     like charcoal-burnt regrets that wouldn't wash away.
Through all her stresses, he saw form a diamond.
                     risen from ashes of melanoid memories
to become his pearled future.

Now there was never a pair so oxy-moronic
                       as the two who lived in perfect dissonance.
With his heart so pure for a soul so tainted
                        they were one as black and white.

yet their love was never grey.