She was someone who was taught to love by the sea.
Tidal waves in her heart, just waiting to break free.

Passion of a hurricane.
Lightning in her kiss.
Chaos owns her brain.
Drown you with her bliss.

Forgiveness of a sunrise.
There will be no compromise.

She became to me what the constellations are to sailors lost at sea.
A map of the way home, when your heart has given up and is too terrified to roam.

I am not a novelist writer, I could never fill chapters of our affairs.
The only way I know how to love is, intimately and destructively unaware.
This tongue was created to turn saints into sinners.
Nothing excites me like bringing out the demons within her.
Just like the seasons love to trick her every year,
when she finally begins to feel comfortable,
I disappear.