What polarity! What a blue moon!
Such opposite hands that are clasped together!
A pair you’d not expect to find so soon
But upon seeing you’d never want with any other.
He, the dull and harsh ashes of regret
Plus her, the phoenix of eternal flame.
You’d never think it was he she should select—
You’d think she believes that love is a game!
Pairs of the past would have you believing
That such a pair is but a dream!
It fuddles the mind, this pair you are seeing!
But, oh so perfect, they still do seem.
Because where would such a phoenix stand
Other than by the ashes she finds so grand?
About the Creator
Em E. Lee
Writer-of-all-trades and self-appointed "professional" nerd with an infinite supply of story ideas and not nearly enough time to write them down. Lover of all media, especially fiction and literature. Proud advocate of the short story.
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