cyclones, cycles

i. (cyclones)
 
our love flowered
in the sunny days of june, 
but july brought the rain
and so came the monsoon. 
 
my love, 
it’s undeniable that
the moment we met
you swept me off my feet 
and into a storm - 
you're a relentless force, 
a typhoon 
of electric blue
like the pools of your eyes, 
glistening, yet glazed, 
and seeming  
unfazed
in the eye
of the storm.
 
but you should've been warned, 
I am a hurricane - 
and reckless, and impetuous,
I encircled you in a whirlwind of pain
and I left you more broken
than you ever were
before.
 
our innocent love
was the most beautiful thing
I ever destroyed. 
 
ii. (cycles)
 
but let nature heal us
and be our teacher, 
look to mother earth and see
that we pass through
cycles - 
what is born
must eventually die;
the rain must fall, 
but the sun
will always
rise. 
 
you're wise, 
you know that
balance is always 
restored,
so rest assured that when 
the flower of our love 
is unearthed 
by our hurt
our seeds disperse 
so we can find new ground
to grow our love again. 
 
epilogue. (eternal)
 
we will weather the storm 
of our pain.
 
seasons change, 
but love, eternal,
will always
remain. 
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