Through the cyclones winds, you stand strong before me…
Through the angry lightening, you remain barely singed…
Through the drenching rains, you breathe your air safely…
Your might keeps us in tact, though my storms batter us deeply…
Your strength preserves our love when my weak nature is on display…
Your strong branches cover me, your broad existence shields me, and your strong roots bind me…
-Madamchryzl-
*Revised/Repost*
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
Leave a comment