Monday, August 22, 2016

Sucker for Storms

Dark and foreboding, with flashes of lightning,
His eyes glinted at me like a summer storm.
Yet their deepness spoke of kindness,
Softening the impact of their shocking beauty.

Love, the stormy front you give does not deter me.
I see the warmth of your heart though you try to hide it.

And ah, though I try,
I fight and resist it.
I fall for you a piece at a time.

The dreamer inside me has always been a sucker for storms.