The ice of his mind. 

It burns cold an silent.

The flames of her heart. 

They burn hot an loud.

They both have there differences. 

But no matter.

They have one thing that is similar.

One thing that they can both say is the same.

They both burn.

The ice of his mind would freeze everything if he was to loose the thing that kept him sane. 

Her. 

She is the thing that could kill him so easily. 

With one flick of her wrist he could be gone.

Yet shes the very glue, that hold his mind of ice together. 

She keeps its ever so fragile state held together.

She keeps him from loosing his sanity.

From shattering into a thousand slivers of ice.

She keeps him from freezing it all.

The flames of her heart would burn everything if it were to be broken by the thing that she loves most.

Him.

He's the thing that could kill her so easily.

One flick of his wrist an boom. 

She would be gone.

Yet hes the very thing that holds the flames of her heart together.

He keeps those flames burning, he is the fuel.

The fuel that keeps her going.

He keeps her from letting the woven structure of those flames come undone.

He keeps her from burning it all.

They hold each other together.

The ice of his mind.

An the flames of her heart.

Woven, in one.