Flame and Water: A Forbidden Love

He was born from a spark on a wind-shattered night, His hair was of cinders,

his eyes molten light. He danced in the hearth, he laughed through

the flame, And every soft candle would whisper his name. She rose from a

puddle, a calm silver blur, Her voice was a ripple, the moon spoke through

her. She drifted through fountains, she hummed in the rain,

And every glass teardrop repeated her name. They met where the tide kissed the

edge of the fire, A meeting of danger, of ache, and desire. He crackled with

longing, she shimmered with glow, But touching? Impossible.