My Finest Friend

She rages, loves, laughs
Through my gray somber eyes-
Caught in our own spell,
Neither of us see too much.

At once, fire and ice were one,
Unable, in their natures,
To find the sweetest bloom, not one
Amid their finest forces.

We steal time- it comes empty,
In clean scooped puddles without her.
Barely drained in her warm tones,
They only glow richly, beautifully
Beneath her smiling, full moon.