Your love is like
An ancient sword
Dull on one side
Enough to think that
Maybe just maybe
It’s not dangerous
But the other side is a stinging blade
With angry words and desperate silences

Your love is like
The wind in autumn
Gentle enough one moment
To even be called sweet
To think summer is not yet gone
Playful and warm
But the next moment it is harsh
Enough to remind me that winter is coming