Comments on true love...

They met and battled...
Matching tooth to horn;
Sparks flew from the turmoil
Igniting the Lion and Unicorn.
Their life avenue was strewn
With the battle's bloody remains,
'Til each their lives' scars
A little deeper became.
Shards of their love
Blossomed and decayed,
And though neither seemed victorious,
A natural love was made.
She abhorred his prideful arrogance;
He hated her judging in ignorance...
And they made a perfect pair.
I say this for they blended well,
Each helping the other
See farther than their noses.
So, life was not a bed of roses...
But pretty fair indeed.
The point at which the story ended
Shone deeply through the gloom;
That love is like a garden well-tended,
That in summer, blooms.