His eyes burn like fire,
but mine are as cool as ice.

When it comes
to loving you,
my heart wades,
and fills,
like the phases of the moon.

You are my cosmos.
My galaxy
of swirling stars.
I will never get out
from beneath your skies.
It does not matter
where I go,
or how fast I run,
You are always
above me,
watching,
laughing.

When it comes
to loving me,
there is something
you must understand.
I am a hurricane,
moving hundreds
of miles across
the open sea.
Strewn in all directions,
a chaotic symphony
of madness
and clarity.
When you are
standing in the midst
of my storm,
do not fear my thunder.
Know it will pass,
with a delicate rain,
and the sun shining
bright overhead.

I'm the cold hard ground
But she is the gentle rain
That makes flowers grow

I wouldn't want to do life with anyone else.