Helen of Troy

In the midst of all the chaos, I think of you and wish I had your support and love. Changing of the season; the leaves fall, and I wish I were that autumn leaf falling into your arms, or perhaps whisked away in the wind to a secret place where we can reunite and love like a family again. In the midst of the chaos, I ache for peace, a yearning for steadiness while I put hope and faith on the front row like an Opera. Where the lovers sing out to acapella; embracing their broken heart. A love so strong it causes heatwaves in the middle of winter. Two shooting stars crossing paths across a vast milky way, and crashing into one another to make love under the constellations. The type of love and hate that grows tired with time as your womanzing, narcissism, and stonewalling only causes confusion, chaos, and heartache. Yet in the middle of the chaos; I yearn for a love so strong. A love so strong; like a Grecian goddess returning to her lover after she escapes Paris. In the midst of all the chaos, I yearned for a love so strong.