Normal version: She is weak but firm, he is silent but domineering.
"Do you like fish?" He said lightly.
"I don't like it." She didn't know why. "I like fishing." "Oh." The corners of his mouth quirked up. It turns out we were made for each other.
Lyrical version: She is as cold and silent as a crescent moon, and her smiling eyes are as bright as a full moon.