She used to be like those beautiful flowers who have Refreshing look and sweet fragrance. Soft in touch and so sensitive.

He used to be like the Bee. Working away like a busy puzzle – body. Buzzing away. Meddle with him and ya he stinks. The pain he given to me isn’t easy to bear.

She used to be like the night sky. Calm and glorious. Shimmering away. Oh! So radiant.

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He used to be like the summer’s heat. The scorching, majestic Sun. Letting down his fury which withered the earth in drought and pain.

She used to be like the rain. Showering down like a music and is so soothing to hear. Invigorating the earth.

He used to be like hail. Coming down sharply hurting everything that comes in his way.

If she was the rose, then he was throne.

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She used to be like ripples in water and he used to be those gigantic waves.

Can you imagine what would happen if they both come together?

A destruction or maybe a symphony!