When she became a song, he became her pirated album.

When she became the melody, he became her Guitar.

When she became his rhythm, he became her beating drum.

When she became his lyrics, he became her favorite playlist.

When she became his phone, he became her twisted earphones.

When she became his notepad, he became her glowing ink.

When she became his blue, he became her baby pink.

When she became his robotic toy, he became her Barbie doll.

When she became his engineering tools, he became her kitchen utensils.

When she became the cold night, he became the warm blanket.

When she became his sweat, he became her noisy fan.

When she became the scorching sun, he became the soothing drink.

When she became his soda, he became her melting ice-cream.

When she became the crunchy crust, he became her cheesy topping.

When she became his sweet cheese, he became her chilly sauce.

When she became his crispy chicken, he became her juicy bacon.

When she became his meat loaf, he became her pious vegetarian.

Meat or wheat, hot or sweet, they were the perfect combo.

She was a model, a zero-figure,
While he was the need, a jumbo.

She was a pumpkin
While he was the cucumber.

She was cut on Halloween
While he was decorated in November.

She was celebrated in December
While he was put up all through the year.

She was displayed behind a precious glass,
While he was sold in that neighborhood Lane.

Such was the life of He and She
Each precious than the other
They fought all day with a gun in hand
Yet they both loved each other

Yes, they both loved each other...

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Another amazing jamming session with the ever so wonderful Kyra92

And thanks to NiveditaSinha25 as well whose comment on a ten-word tale ignited the flame for this one.