Inequality

I met a match,
She met a catch.
I dreamt high,
She dreamt low.
Too much shades in me,
A single black one in her.
Too many emotions in me,
An unfazed one in her.
I was the ember of fire,
She was the block of ice.
I was the first ray of sun,
She was the last one of night.
I met a match,
She met a catch.
I was a treasure of happiness,
She was a trunk of sorrow.
There never was much to say,
There never was much of a day.
I was the starter in the food,
She was the cold dessert outright.