Love is an Unplanned Storm

Love can never be a planned thing,Something that can be seeded,Nurtured with gentle appreciation,A bud warmed by a predicable hand.Watered, and carefully pruned,Until it flowers into maturity. Love is a wild and maddening thing,It staggers, buffets, and tears away,Pulling your feet from the ground,Leaving you wild-eyed and breathless,Desperation makes your need a cry,And grasping hands … Continue reading Love is an Unplanned Storm