Thine eyes contain the gathering of the storm,
A tempest dark where lost souls find their way.
When breath meets breath, and shivering bodies warm,
The roaring oceans beg us both to stay.
It is a furnace wild that knows no rest,
A savage flame that consumes the very heart;
To drink the fire from thy heaving breast,
And never let the dawn tear us apart.
A lightning bolt that sears the trembling vein,
Magnetic force that pulls me to my doom.
Fate writes our names in letters forged of pain,
Within the shadows of this burning room.
Let empires fall and crumble in the wind,
We are the chaos, fury, and the light.
In deep abysses where our stars are pinned,
We reign supreme within the endless night.
True passion is rarely quiet; it is a resonant echo of the sublime. This piece serves as a reminder that love often mirrors the natural world—unpredictable, fierce, and beautifully destructive. It speaks to the part of the soul that yearns not just for affection, but for absolute transcendence.
