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. 

 

 

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. 

 

 

we will weather the storm 

of our pain.

 

seasons change, 

but love, eternal,

will always

remain.