She is dog and he is cat
He is air and she is fire
And he is consumed.

She is red and he sees blue
She is legs and he is wings
And she's under siege.

He is South and she is East
She's looking into the light
And he seeks the heat.

She is tin and he is zinc
They are church bells and trumpet
At penny fountains.

She's a voice in wilderness
He's an orchestra alone
Love is blind, not deaf.

She's the altar where he prays
He does not think she's a saint
Love may be the way.