If we as a tsunami defined love as being measured by the force of a wave.
We couldn’t be meant for one another .
How can we ;
with our arrogance matching and our horns full-grown .
Fearlessly bread :for petty disputes over food .
I don’t picture disputing with any other .
We could only be meant for one another.
How can we not be ;
with our consistency to persist in we is matching and our eyes impervious to mist .
I fear walking through the mist with another.
You the only person brave enough to love me.