“Hey, love.” “Good morning” she replied to me with a smile that could light up the darkest of days. Coincidentally today actually was dark. It was storming, had been since last night when we…I always saw her as a bolt of lightening rather than a bright sunshine. With just a glance she could strike down anything in her vicinity while her beauty was still illuminating to any viewer unharmed. If she was lightening then I was the storm itself. Not always pleasurable to everyone but to the select few who enjoyed the rain and the roaring of the thunder, I was appreciated. Just like a bolt of light in the raging weather, she’d let me know that no matter what she would always be right there with me.
-Too Distinct the Poet