Love is the mirror of the mind
For when you want to see yourself hurt
You choose someone you absolutely curse
Knowing anytime you can be bawling
Shouting at the top of your lungs
"I deserved to be miserable"

Love is the speaker of the soul
For when you want to be heard
You pour all the sound you can muster
And create something so loud
It makes a deafening sound of satisfaction
"I wanted to be heard!"

But most of all, love is a storm
Rage and angst swerving across a field
Of a once peaceful and bright place
You can only dream of returning
"Love is a storm" you said
Before drowning yourself for relief