The lightning that I saw in your eyes,
Couldn’t match the thunder in your heart.
And in this storm that we call love,
The torrential downpour was just the start.

The flooding of guilt that was to come,
Could break the levy of almost any man.
The darkness in the skies gave no hope,
No rising dawn appeared in this plan.

So I stood my ground while it crumbled,
And the Earth gave way below me.
For my final breath, I released a cry.
“Is this all you wanted from me?”

The look in your eye showed the storm had passed,
And the tides had shifted back.
Then we began to rebuild again.
Nature’s course is back on track.