Does he know that my love is one of a kind?
It’s not fleeting or soft.
Instead, my love comes with storms.
The kind that lights up the sky with illumination cascading across its backdrop.
Don’t mistake the storm as dangerous. No, indeed, this love is a sign of the changing of the tides.
It’s the kind of storm that moves your soul from one dimension to the next.
My storm brings in harvest and life forms.
I’m the revolutionary wind that blows intense, moving every detrimental distraction from your presence.
See, my love will plant you, water you, and create an incubation for germination to your dreams.
The question isn’t within the storm but within you. Asking can you handle what the wind represents?
I am the helpmeet to your destiny.
In the words of Cardi B “be careful with me.”
~Vmack~