Storm of a Woman

Women in love do not fall gracefully,

we stumble into our hearts,

trip over our vowels,

and collapse into your arms.

Our hearts are open books,

pages filled with emotions,

screaming our feelings,

without any inhibitions.

Each page a draft of verses,

about everyone we have ever loved,

the first crush, the friend and

the stranger from afar.

Women will love forever,

even from thousands of miles away,

the words will reach you in the

most beautiful of ways.

When we finally leave,

to discover the road alone in love,

you will lay in your bed wondering,

which storms have left you thus.