She fell apart like snowflakes, and nothing more than ice remained of her.

His light showered on her in its usual glow, but today, she melted in his warm embrace.

Flowing from city to city, away from him, she looked for a place where she could fit in.

Places were plenty, destinations few. Yet, none had the people who could sew her broken heart.

She tried mold herself, fitting into small holes and big rooms, but nowhere was she anything but free flowing.

He crossed her path, a cool wind of winter, heart so cold it reminded her of her own. She however now radiated warmth.

And so the two liquids mixed into one, and the perfect mix brought out the perfect cocktail in them.

Walking down the snow, flowing with the flakes, they allowed their hearts to settle in the other's cone.

Her sore heart forgot the pain and his cold heart learnt to love again.

They got drenched in the rain, sweated it out in summer. Trusting their warmth in the winter, they blossomed in their autumn.
They had finally found a love which wasn't bound by the seasons.