The thin line between love and hate pitched its tent in your eyes on the day the phoenix broke its wings and fell from the clouds, lying just two metres from the barricades of your heart. I remember you crushing little rocks against your shadowed cave of a body in a bid to exonerate your conscience from the flames of a mass of dancing fire.My mother used to tell me that hatred is no friend of any man. Now I not only immerse myself in the ice lakes of the territory, I also steal some warmth from the fireplace; I not only enjoy the swish and swoops of the tingling air, I also communicate with the ancient pillars of the earth. These four Elements altogether no longer bear grudges with one another in my world, just like the way the words from my poetry hug and stick to the corners of your smile. I was the art in all your science Projects. 
Our worlds liased and we were ready to make magic together.