he, the loved, and she the lover; nothing comes of symmetry -- we can duck, but cannot cover what becomes our misery some are served, and some are servers banked in clouds in distant lands -- he, the cold, and she the fervor, flowers placed on one-night stands
To share is human:
Love the way in which you weaved the imagery and the sentiments with the rhymes; it reminds me of a chorus or a bridge in a song.