Fissure

Love could be considered a natural disaster,

The spirits cry for attention as it scars the body and core,

It comes in flurry's of beautiful destructive waves,

Flee if you can, but there is no crevice deep enough ,

For it will entangle roots of something delightful and new,

And you can only watch in awe as it consumes you.

You chase it in circles, like an infinite hurricane,

A maelstrom of pure emotion,all welling up,

At the brink of something beautiful at the edge of something cruel,

Destined to be at the wrong place, at the right time.