Disclaimer: See chp.1 if you really care.
Is this a poem? Or is it a drabble with lots and lots of separate paragraphs? I have no idea. Enjoy!
Opposites Attract
Opposites attract.
He's tall and well-built.
She's small and slim.
His hair is the color of fire.
Hers is as dark as the night she patrols.
His sword is a giant blade, crude yet effective.
Hers is a graceful instrument of death, its beauty belying its strength.
He wears a constant frown.
She wears a constant smile, fooling everyone but him.
He is oblivious to everyone's feelings – especially his own.
Her heart winces whenever she sees him.
He is alive, with flesh and blood and heartbeat.
She is a spirit.
He worries about her.
She worries about him.
He feels something for her, but is not quite sure what it is.
Her mind whispers, "No", but her heart cannot deny it.
Opposites attract.
