Your eyes are storms,
Grey and silver and constantly
Churning, lightning sparking the
Brilliance within them.

My eyes are rocks,
Upon the shore,
Where your storms beat waves,
Relentlessly, but the rocks still
Stand.

A ship tried once,
To sail between the two of us;
Storm and Shore.
But your waves were quick to beat them,
And upon my rocks, they were quick to break.

No ship has tried to sail between us,
Since that fateful day.
Such an odd pair we make,
But we always find a way.