The storm has passed, but still I fear
the charge that lingers might just steer
our hearts to diff'rent hemispheres.
Please stay right here! Please stay right here!
I've never know a love like this
where time stood still with every kiss;
oh how my heart just can't dismiss
this taste of bliss -- this taste of bliss.
So talk to me, don't shut me out;
dispel my fears and budding doubts
with gentle words that heal and shout
our love still sprouts -- our love still sprouts.
The storm has passed, but still no cheer;
the way we wade through this frontier
forecasts our future life, my dear.
Allay my fears! Allay my fears!
A note on form: The above verse is a monotetra. I've spoken to this form before in two separate pieces here on LFA. In actuality, I started this piece just after posting my first, (Smush) Like a Bug. I made it through a stanza and a half before I meandered away. I found my way back today (and yesterday). And as I said in previously, while it has a fun sound to it (making it fun to read/listen to), writing to this form can be rather frustrating. Of course that probably has more to do with my aversion to rhyming.