There is a soothing storm within.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.






