Venus and Mars
One is like silver
Sleek, elegant, and dazzling to all who see her
The other is like bronze
Plain, ugly and curt
She, with her hair a long wave of shimmering golden sun
Fair blushing cheeks, and lips a seductive scarlet
He, with his onyx hair tangled and messy
His body covered in battle scars and always boasting of his number of
kills, in a voice that can make screeching daggers sound like a symphony
Plain and simple
She, is love
He, is war
She is soft and delicate
He is hard and violent
But how can they ever love one another
With him being so cruel and her being so tender
They should have never crossed paths
She sees visions of angels
He sees weaponry and war tactics
But still they meet
He loves the way she feels, cradled in his arms
She loves they way he defends what is right
They can each spend an eternity
Locked in the others embrace
For she has taught him how to love
And only she can disarm him
There story of love and opposites is one so great
That these epic lovers are forever remembered in the stars
For they are Venus and Mars
Carrington Sinclair