Contrary Hearts

You were never my shadow But rather yin to my yang, The sound to my silence, The chaos to my calm. I was still, and you were storm. I admired frost; you loved flame. You read mystic, and I read mundane. Yet somehow, we still danced— The dance of contradictions. You fluttered my focus, Filling my void with vibrance. But why? Our contradictions were constant. There was no clarity—yet, why contentment? Contradictory hearts, yet cohesion. Somehow, In your flames, my frost found meaning. In my silence, your sound found home. Contrary hearts, clashing yet complete, Frost and fire, fierce yet free. Not despite our discord, but driven by it,nd Not in spite of difference, but shaped by it. ~Av