Lightning storms

When people love each other,

They see heart not skin

Scars and rash

Are nothing but ash

&

Tears and fears

Are vowed to be shared

When people love each other,

They care not of what

the puppets of the world would say

Her wish, her passion,

Is what his soul would always stand by

All his weird quirks,

She sees them as precious things.

When people love each other,

They bend, bend to the other's wind

Carry them when their wind is too strong

For themselves

Pull them up when their hurricane pushes them

Into the ground.

When people love each other,

They aren't, actually two people

But one, like rain

Where, he's lightning

And

She's the thunderstorm.