She is a tempest
She’ll wreck havoc your peace
She’ll let you know the strongest gales
That will throw away your sails

She is an angry ocean in the midst of a storm
No ships dared to pass her when she’s on a roll
Cross her and be destroyed body and soul
By the raging tempest within her storm

But she is the tempest that I longed for
To cross, experience and searched for so long
In her tempest I found myself getting strong
Her winds and rains are a comfort to my soul

disclaimer: photo not mine. 

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