I am not the calmness before a storm;
I am not made up of too many apologies and "pardon me's.
I am not the gentle waves
That kiss the shoreline,
Or the soft wind
That rustles with the trees.
When I love something,
I do not love gently or softly;
I love with a blazing passion
That chaotically spins out of control,
My winds ripping through
Everything in its path-
I do not love beautifully, but dangerously-
And I believe
That is the best kind of love
That you could ever have.
