Perfectly Imperfect Balance

She

She was free like a river, flowing in her own course. Like a perennial river, bringing sparkles to her kith and kin. Her deep pains are hidden under her graceful smile like a smooth flowing river. Her swrils and ridges are expeessed via tears which only her pillow knows. She seems still but she was always in motion. She belonged to everyone while she belonged to herself. She kept flowing through all the seasons alike- through boiling summer, freezing winter, pouring monsson and blissful spring. She was happy. She was flowing. She was gushing through all her sowwors hidden, making others happy.

He

He was like the wind. Breezing without boundaries between poles. He was swishing, howling like a wolf, whipping through all the dust, unrooting the trees, smiling through his downs and weeping through his failures. He said that he would kill the unknown and taste the unexplored. His metamorphosis across the seasons was unending. He froze people during winter, killed people with his heat waves during summer, and brought gentle smiles with his smooth breeze during spring. He was unattached to anything. He was imperfect in many sense. But he was happy with everything he had. He had his happiness through enjoying small things in his life. He claimed mountains and sailed oceans. He was unstoppable. He was omnipresent. He was uncontrollable. His means were the ends in itslef.

Them

The wind tried flowing over the river. He saw the depth in her soul and pain in her eyes. She saw the loneliness in his solitude. He tried taking her up with him by leaving the pain down. She tried accompanying him through his lonliness. They held hands through all the ups and downs. With him, she saw the unending ghats and widespread ocean. They were happy. They contended. But with time, she got worried abt the path she left behind, he got worried abt his metamorphosis. She felt like going back, flowing in her own course, getting arrested inside a dam. He felt like going back and crossing boundaries all alone. However, this is again aggravated by the burning sensation of fire fuelled by everyone around them. Is it possible to stop the river and wind by a speck of fire. Will the wind blow and make the fire burn further? Or will the river flows to put down the fire? 

Will the wind and river hold hands again and sail away from the ones fuelling the fire.

Is it going to be a perfectly imperfect balance or an imperfectly perfect balance?