Our love will be a whirlwind -
You with your tempest hurricane
And I with my warm, pacific breeze.
We'll meet in midwest and wreak havoc
With our cyclone speeds,
Regale as we inhale each others' words
at gale velocities,
And prepare for the repair
As our perfect storm proceeds.
When once calm returns,
The damage will have been done;
The marks will have been left;
And our hearts will remain bereft.
And yet we will waft on as wind is wont,
Flowing as our squall is blown once more.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
