The Storm

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Elegantly she grasps my heart
and holds it within her hands,
I relinquish my power and surrender my will.

She floats like a charged breeze
as she takes me down to my storm of emotions. Her hands cold like a dead man,
her smile as warm as a midday sun,
the gale of thoughts in my head
freezing and burning.

I cry out to the void
"what have you done to me"
but then she laughs and I am carried
above the clouds.

Time warps as I fall back through
the earth and lay upon a cushion of confusion. She gazes past me and I am undone.

Her attention only half with me,
burning me with a grin of joy,
freezing me with a touch of sorrow.

I am thrown
into my whirlpool of pity,
that is where I lay,
forever succumbing to her current.

She is all I know and all I fear.

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