My love is different.
I look at her and I'm not reminded of spring,
with flowers blooming and sun kissing the skin;
but I look at her and I'm reminded of rains,
of how it downpours over the ocean.
Her love equals the downpour,
it pours in the ocean of my love and there is no end ever to any ocean.
It's eternal.
There will be havocs in it,
but it shall only grow.
Such is my love.
Such is her love.