Rocks as rough as tough love, resemble your
once smooth shelled hard stubborn heart. In spite
of any fight, your words lash like vicious lightening
in the night. Your eyes the worst part of a storm, clouds creep
under your eye lids; drowning feels like the norm. Only in a brief
pause of distress can I get close enough to wrap and sooth you like
blankets of beautiful melodies holding and warming your snow pail arms.
Your head would just stay down, never looking towards or even just alittle over
the horizon. So as the searing smile of Sun moves down, I whisper in her velvet ear
"Look past the clouds Darling, and see the stars. They look beautiful when they shine
off your eyes. Small bright points that keep my heart warm, in the eye of your storm.