He looked her in the eyes and saw the trouble,
But he couldn’t have ran into her arms any faster.
“You’re the calm to my storm, my sanctuary.”
He mumbled into her neck,
She laughed and closed her eyes.
“you have me all wrong.” She whispered back at him.
“How’s that?” He asked bringing her neck to his lips.
“Because I am the storm. I bleed and exhale chaos.”
And I never thought it could have been said better.