You were always like that
Like fire and water.
They say the two do not mix.
But with you, they did.
Alternately passionate, burning everything before you
Then dousing it all, dousing us all
with waves of grief.
Your red hair too
curling around your face
like flaming waves
that the wind could not hold
like a fiery halo
surrounding a passionate angel's face
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