In The Twilight.

She was frail and fragile.
A girl on the edge of despair.
Too shy to show her emotions.
She was found,
From the scent of her hair?

He was strong and powerful,
Yet trapped in his endless thought.
Too strong to show his emotions,
He fell in love,
With the scent of her blood?

Their paths were crossed,
Under a cloud of rain.
He healed her loneliness,
She covered his pain.

He gave his cold heart,
She gave him her life.
She fought for his freedom,
He fought for his bride.
She understood his metaphors,
He understood her flaws.

And so the lion.
Fell in love with the lamb.