Opposite ends of the spectrum;
Baby, you're flaming infrared and I'm icy ultra violet.
Opposite ends of a bi-polar;
Baby, you're frantic manic and I'm boringly depressed.
Opposite ends of monochromatic;
Baby, you're angelic white and I'm satanic black.
Opposite ends of star-crossed;
Baby, you're a hopeful pacifist and I'm a soldier of unambiguous .
Opposite ends of spherical;
Baby, you're at the imminent home straight and I'm lost on the illimitable flat.
Opposite ends of eternity;
Baby, you were made for immortality and I was born to be doomed.
-holly boyd
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