Cat 5 Hurricane - Ivan the Terrible

CAT 5 HURRICANE -  IVAN THE TERRIBLE Your world of illusion is not of my choosing, but here we are stuck in a Hurricane's eye. The sea is so pleasing, but I know you're teasing, and our Hurricane is a different high. I feel you surround me as you stop to feed, consuming my soul in your greed; I'd follow your teardrops to get where they lead, your love is the ending I need. If I'm not mistaking this migraine is making me think that this Hurricane might lose it's eye; your love is a blessing, I guess that's confessing I need you to show how all Hurricanes die. I'd walk through the valley of death in your eyes for more of your little white lies. I'd soar through the heavens with love if it flies, to stay in your beautiful eyes. I'm feeling no mercy from all the dispersing, that Ivan'a Cat 5 will fade through the night, but find it alarming that you and your charming have wrecked my life much more in delight. I'd crawl through the valley of death for your lies, 'tis here I find love, in your eyes. I'd follow your teardrops to get where ever they lead, your love is the ending I need. © Vee Bdosa the Doylestowon Poet aka Ron Wilson