Love through Mediums

She writes of him as though honey drools off her quill.
A flavor awakening her deepest desires.
He paints of her using the blood of his essence.
It drips from his body.
It exits out of every pore.
They are both each other's muse.
One a beast of passion.
The other a scholar of logic.
If he's the kite
then she's the string allowing him to soar within reason. 
Will his passion overthrow her need to follow logic?
An age-old battle between the heart and mind…