Water has a current. It can only flow in one direction. He's just like water. He knows only love and compassion and things of that sort.

Hate is foreign to him.

Lust for power is foreign to him.

Anger is foreign to him.

The only anger he knows is a righteous fury accompanied by an all-encompassing forgiveness of whomever that righteous fury is directed towards.

He is a gentle stream.

He is a raging river.

He is a raindrop.

He is a thunderstorm.

He is everything that I am not, but that I wish I could be.

Fire burns and spreads in many directions at once. She is just like fire. Her love for one thing burns as strongly as her hatred for another thing.

She has a burning passion for all that is good, all that is just.

She has a burning anger for all that is corrupt and wrong.

She is a candle.

She is a forest fire.

She is a spark

She is a brilliant explosion.

She is everything that I am not, but that I wish I could be.