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"Water Meets Fire"
She is the spark, untamed and wild,
A restless tide, a tempest child.
He is the ice, sharp and severe,
A silent storm, a frozen spear.
When they collide, the world holds breath,
A dance of fate, of love and death.
She hisses, burns, refusing to kneel,
He smolders slow, but starts to feel.
One will melt, or one will drown,
A battle waged with no way out.
Yet in her fire, his edges drip,
And in his chill, her embers slip.