Love Is Our Storm

The thunder is our heart the lighting is our heat

In each others arm we soar the earth below our feet.

As the beat grows stronger so does the wind.

The sun hides its face behind the clouds, when will it end?

Am I asking about the storm or our love you ask,

Higher we rise the rain starts, nature continues her task.

With the rain comes our tears, washing our soul

faster, stronger the storm grows, it stops.  She's reached her goal

As the sky returns to blue, the sun comes back out.

Our love is stronger of this I have no doubt.

BLM

July 14, 2006