What They Are Poem by Ann Mac

His ways are
as different as night and day
yet as sweet as sugar
as silent as a grave
yet as loud as thunder

Her feeling's
like the ringing of bells
like the rolling of the drums
like the marching of the band

They are
like suspension and water
like mortar and pestle
like salt and pepper
like sand and gravel

However
he knows opposites attracts
yet they have something in common
but she knows that likes dissolves likes
and now they know how messed up it is