Her Love Is Like The Storm


Her love is like the storm that breaks across
The seas in violence time cannot abate;
Her love is like the wind that moves the clouds,
That leaves the stars bereft, disconsolate,

That they can’t make their way onto the earth
For all the natural force that she displays —
Her love is full of fury and regards
No quarter as to where it enters frays.

Her love cannot be stopped, will not be corked;
It passes over mountain, land and sea –
It takes no counsel, bends to no man’s will,
And far outstrips the sun for constancy.

But like the weather, her love can turn mild
With lightest-foot approach of one small child

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