For you

Feather soft sun feels like her skin

Robin's song as gentle as her voice

Golden oak leaves on the forest floor the colour of her eyes

A gossamer breeze on my face redolent of her kiss

Snowdrops first pure bloom no comparison to her beautiful face

For me

Thunder rolls across my skull, lightening sets fire to my mind

Storm force gales twist and agonise my structures, snapping and splintering

A cold star settles on my soul, it's gravity crushes my spirit

Gripping and relentless waves smash my emotions into the desolate, granite rocks

There is no escaping this wreckage, there is no end to the tempest in sight