Me... a blazing fire you... a solitary candle I was passion and desire I was always hard to handle Me... so open, full of life you... so private and sincere I thought you were too precise you thought I was never clear Me... so trusting and so warm you... so cautious and reserved I was like a thunderstorm yet you never were perturbed Me... so easily distracted you... so focused on the task while I entertained our friends you would smile at me and bask Me... a multitude of colour you... a steady hand to hold don‘t we complement each other as together we grow old...