A Storm Called Love

He’s as hot
As the morning sun
I’m afraid if I touch him
I’ll burn
Myself.

What to do
If I’m as cool
As the midnight
Tide,
And he is as warm
As the morning
Sun

I love him
With a passion
A passion that burns
With the heat
Of a million
Fires

Every time I see him
My heart turns to liquid
As if it is made with
The waves of the
Ocean

When we dance together
I feel as it is a storm of
water and fire

A raging storm
we call

love