The existence of the other, makes one repulsive, with odds so great,

In no lifetime should they even be hypothetically compulsive, not even by fate.
But unexplainably, they remained together,

Fire and Ice, living in harmonious nature.
An introvert and an extrovert, this shouldn't be,
A tiger and a deer, living in perfect harmony.
Outside might be imperfectly sour, but inside is perfectly sweet,
A perfect imperfection, an unplanned treat.
While one seeks, the other tries to hide,
But all become inevitable, when both worlds collide.

~Tremar Ivey~

[Versification entry 'Harmonious']