Fire and Ice

They twist and spar for dominance,
No quarter given nor asked.
Opposites in every way,
Nothing in common but a lust for control.
She is Ice, hard, cold,
Caring nothing for the world around her.
He is Fire, passionate, consuming,
Devouring all in his path and making it his own.
His desire licks at her frozen surface, almost gaining entrance,
'Til the cold turns it and holds it, writhing in frustration.
What it is that built her walls, he cannot comprehend,
And she cannot, will not reveal it to him, to anyone.
Nor does she understand what fuels his passion, gives him strength,
In a world so different from her own.
So the battle wages on, 'til all is destroyed,
And there is no point going on.