Miss Stormy

It's odd and quite ironic
how we are named on the day that we're born.
One would think that we'd be given a "moniker"
maybe when we're concieved, but that's not the case.

I know of a woman, though
who was named quite appropriately.
Her smokey eyes help to explain
why she was named "Stormy".

How often does this happen?
When someone enters your life
and your eyes cannot cease their searching,
and visually interviewing.

Pleading for a reason or an answer
to why such an attraction would indeed exist
when really, they did so little to promote it.

It's as if one's eyes are a magnet
pulling towards the "prize",
yearning for that certain chemistry
that may be only one-sided.

Miss Stormy is a friend of mine
who has always intrigued my eyes, and my heart.
Even though we really know not a lot of one another.
But I accept her for who she is, and not who I expect her to be.

She has the power to cause the sun to "set"
by her ability to end and finalize a conversation,
and can cause it to "rise", merely by gracing you with her favor.

Am I concerned that we are not "one"?
Not really. For the "dance" that we share
is quite enough to lend towards the possibilities.

For I truly feel, in my heart of hearts
that I've been forever blessed that we've shared conversations,
certain interests, several smiles from the heart,
and all of the stars of the night.

Her eyes say it all...for they are grey and "stormy";
without being dismal, or too ambiguous.
For although, she's truly appropriately named,
one would only yearn for a storm, if there existed a drought.

I'd sure welcome the opportunity to be that drought,
or maybe even just the "calm"...
that comes, after the storm.