Stormy Love

  It’s a stormy love and can’t you see the lightning and the way I’m drenched? It’s a stormy love and can’t you feel the thunderclaps that scared me on Madison Avenue? It is a rainy season like a great cyclone touching down. It’s a stormy love and I can see flowers reinvigorated. Don’t mow me down let the garden grow as it’s drenched in stormy love. We’ve two little buds to tend our name and hearts. One with an eye for engineering, and one with the eyes of her mother and a jeweled disposition on the nights she is settled. We are settled in a stormy love it’s storms that help us grow. Where will we be in thirty years when the distractions and the wind are gone and blanket the past like snow slowly drops in December, in February. When my bones are cold I will know your name and will know the way you felt. And when my bones are cold I will cuddle next to you and remember how you felt in our days of stormy love.