They, Some Thoughts On Life

He writes so boldly, while suffering more from timidity than anything physical; the anemone closes with the most gentle of human touch. His, a guarded, orderly life that lacks of emotional temerity. And She, she maintains that exquisitely delicate (orchid-like) facade of completeness, warm-sad eyes failing to conceal a hunger, thirst, for an ardent love - only her share, only that required to sate a lifelong need. Scarred they are, and all the more beautiful for it, their souls infused by the jasmine of loves found, surrendered, the wild sage of experiences lived with and through another, the sweetness of nameless sadness' survived and grown through.