They were a perfect match.
Like matchsticks lit simultaneously,
they burnt in sync.
rhythmic.
like waves.
They complemented each other.
they wore each other out.
They burned with passion and desire.
They froze time and the seasons
because the elements were juggle balls
and they orbited them.
They withstood the times.
He was her prince
and she was his sleeping beauty.
…to be continued…