His love was like the wind,
Strong and courageous,
But with the power to destroy.

My heart a willing victim,
To fall in love with the gusts of love,
How one day he'd be a drizzle,
The next; a tornado,

Ripping through my defence,
Powering through my walls,
Past my endless promises,
To never fall at all.

And me, being weak,
Like a wave that never makes the shore,
Let him take away the innocence,
His heart was yearning for.

And as that wind slowly tore me apart,
I remained that injudicious wave,
Too weak to repair my barriers,
Too broken to be saved.