Your beauty is a cataclysm

A cyclone of hope and cynicism.

A typhoon of intangibles I’ve been missing.

The love game scheme is the same.

Always A, B, B, A

But I will never be normal so I’ll never take that route.

Nor will I ever lead you astray.

And if the ones before me kicked you to the curb

Consider yourself the Lady and me the Tramp of the suburb.

And when we spark friction.

Rock against rock.

Our powerful resentment combined will create a forest fire.

But we will overcome it.

We will overbear it.

We will quell the flame.

Recede it with our make-up love-making.

And the fire will be transformed to its nemesis of natural elements.

Water.

Our love will bring it back.

Clean oceans and seas, surrounded by soft sand and mountains that will be forever green.

Our passion will bring back the tigers, the wolves, the Spirit Bears.

We will remove the danger from the endangered.

So they can love too.

And continue being different just like me and you. 

Our love combined will allay Mother Nature.

And she will love her Earth again.

She will love her Earth again.