• heart Love is like a zephyr,
    a calm breeze passing by.
    you smell sweet scents of heather;
    you feel like you could fly.

    A storm begins to brew.
    Winds destruct and destroy.
    You don't know what to do;
    What's happened to the joy?

    Temperatures rise,
    The thermometer breaks.
    Face to face with your demise,
    Your heart really aches.

    Lightning strikes as thunder rolls.
    Rain pours and wind bites.
    Being consumed by a black hole,
    You've had too many sleepless nights.

    A mist of rain graces the earth.
    You're no longer so upset.
    You look up at the cloudless sky.
    If love was with out pain, what would it be worth?
    Love, like weather, is unpredictable, yet
    Beautiful even when it makes you cry.
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