I sit here and ponder... What do I aliken you to?... You gave me the answer...Water...
I need it, survive on it... Trust it, trust how it holds me... It washes me clean.. Quenches me... You are fluid... A torrent.. A raging storm...
We all experience the moods, We yield to her rage... Yet with calming waves she embraces me... Sets me at ease with a calming ripple. It eminates from deep within her. She casts aside her Moon ebbed splendour and engulfs me in an embrace...An embrace so soft it is af there's nothing there...
She comes to me in many ways... Hard and unforgiving... A ragging storm able to anihalate me in a heart beat... but no, she calms.... She changes... She becomes a soft vapour.... cooling my inner heat...Extinguishes the fire hate consumed...
I become aware...cool sensation of mist on my skin..the weight of it makes me aware of her standing next to me... My aparition of what was once a destructive element... and is now a beautifull vapour... A sight like the Northern Lights... Your plasma there for all to see, but mine to experience... As your mist rests on me,starting as fine droplets once again you escalate into drops into streams.....You pool together... Once again I surrender to your torrents......
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