He was
Like a never ending storm
That churned
In her thoughts
Raging
Crashing down
All the protective walls
Of her reserves
And sanity
She was
Like the calm that comes
After the storm
Waiting
Quietly, patiently
Knowing
That at the end
Of every storm
Appears a rainbow
That adorns, enriches
And beautifies life
And yet neither could do
Without the other
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