Magic.

Who was she?

The smile deceiving in nature. The eyes glowed but hid a million little secrets. Her face rigid. Her voice strong, confident. Her walk shameless. Her gestures mild yet profound. Her touch gentle yet passionate. Her kiss subtle yet tempestuous. 

Who was she?

Her face pale yet beautiful. Her curves bold yet fragile. Her skin soft but sharp. Her hands finely sculpted yet rough. Her hair black yet soft. 

Who was she?

Her words melodious yet imperative. Her moves callous yet caring. Her clothes lubricious yet chaste.

Her action objectionable yet judicious.

She was nothing yet everything.  But the question remained who was she?

Someone said she was fire. Charmed each passerby with the beauty of her light but soon engulfed everybody in her fire and destroyed them. Scared to get burned, no body stayed to ask her who she was. Until he came along and discovered her. 

Yes she was fire. But there was magic in her fire. The touch of  it did not burn the skin. The sensation of it did not hurt the mind.  The look of it did not avert the eyes. Instead it held in itself the warmth of a million fire flies which glowed with such profoundness that made clear of her identity. He saw her. Naked with bare eyes. She did not burn him. She was the magic that captivated not the mind but the soul. She was the glow that blinded not the eye, but instead lightened the path to finding yourself. She was the magic that mended broken hearts and yet was broken beyond repair. She was the solitary diamond that sparkled a midst the crowd but remained alone. Her glow scared people. But it did not scare him. Maybe because he had nothing to lose. Or maybe because he was water. 

She never burned him. She chose not too. Her magic so strong that it saved him. Her love so passionate that it transformed him. But he was water. Calm, soothing. She was fire. Ferocious and wild. She couldn't be leashed. 

Also he was water. He put out her fire and moved on to strip another fire naked. Leaving her behind with ashes that were left of her identity.

She rose again from the ashes like the phoenix. But never did she let water touch her. She burned everyone in her way to survive. Her magic now dark burned away the glow of the fireflies. 

Maybe that's why she was the beauty that was meant to be admired from a distance.