Her cool, blue eyes were reminiscent of a Winter’s day, while her smile held all the warmth and perpetuity of Summer. Her lithe, graceful movements were those of Autumn and with every breath she ushered in the new life of Spring.

To him, she was a wild, untameable thing -beautiful, raw, alive.

Impossibly beautiful – just, impossible on a global scale.

He couldn’t understand her, but he had loved her from the beginning.
He supposed he was not the first or last of many to fall prey to her charms.

He couldn’t help  but feel the fool, grasping blindly – clutching so desperately to what he knew would never be. 

— because how does one tame wildfire ?

Whisper to the moon ?

Cradle the roaring winds in their arms ?