Perhaps it's only fitting
That we met in a thunder storm
Among the rumbles of gods lost and found
And the flashing of spell-binding auroras
Your eyes seemed ever-darker
And your hair ever-softer to my touch
(Or was that your lips?)
The rain did little to dampen the spark
That soon raged into a full-blown fire
Destroying all its in path like a hurricane
Our screaming and shouting like a memory of that thunder
After thunder comes the lightning —
The blinding revelation
The shock that stung me to my core and burnt my lips
In memory of your own against mine
Dancing, in love, in a storm never bodes well
And the rain of that day mimicked the tears that soon fell.
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