Fire: a glorious Creature Of orange and Red He captured her heart instantly From the first words he said
Ice: a marvelous creature Of coldness and Ice blue He could not help but fall for her Knowing her love to be true
Melted together was fire and ice Fitting together so perfectly Like a fairy tale ending That mattered not how different she was from he
The Brown Sin
Porcelain and Ivory Two alike comparisons Yet each of them is different A million to one.
Cinnamon and Brown Can be similar in light Yet they are different In the moonlight.
Fire and Ice Are never the same Do opposites attract? Or repel 'cause a name?
He is like her She is like him Could it be love? Or a lustful sin?
Two different people Contrast with the other Similar in thoughts But not for another.
The cinnamon of her eyes The ivory of his skin Not breakable like porcelain Much different that the *Brown Sin.
*Talking about Lavender Brown*
The Picture
A harsh line is drawn Black shading next Rough strokes of lead That leave him perplexed. The lines from Slowly but surely Into an object Only he can see. A dash of red A smudge of blue Color is now added To complete the scene of two. This memory does haunt him Staying in his mind Unable to let go Even after this long time. The picture is now completed It's her, it’s him It's them together And what there had once been