He was an anachronic while she was his misdated events and customs.
He was a romantic poet while she was the immortal muse of his poetry.
He was a young comrade while she was his revolutionary political beliefs.
He was a man of the past while she was his interesting history books.
He was a blank canvas while she was his bright hues of love.
He was stoic while she was his unexpressed and subdued emotions.
He was a footballer while she was his favourite jersey.
He was a selenophile while she was his gleaming moon.
He was Endymion while she was his ever so beautiful Goddess Diana.
He was incomplete while she completed him.

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