The thunder rolls no more across the sky,
And silence falls like shadows on the floor;
I saw the lightning flash within your eye,
And knew my foolish pride could stand no more.
That castle built of ego turns to dust,
Before the chilling wind of your distress.
I lay my weapons down, as lovers must,
To beg for pardon and your soft caress.
Let not the grey clouds veil the light of day,
Nor winter keep our spirits in the cold;
For in your arms is where I wish to stay,
To find the warmth that I was wont to hold.
Come, let the golden sun dry every tear,
And bind our hearts again in sweet accord.
The tempest fades, and love casts out all fear,
Restoring peace without a spoken word.
In the landscape of human emotion, storms are inevitable, yet they serve to clear the air for a brighter horizon. This poem serves as a bridge across the chasm of silence, proving that the humility to ask for forgiveness is the highest form of strength, paving the way for a deeper, more resilient affection.
