Love is when the rushing waters emotion are calmed into still waters.
Love is when the rushing winds of frustration becomes a cool breeze.
Love is when the storms of our mind turns our words in to sun showers .
Love is the shade of a tree on the hottest day of summer.
love is the moon on the darkest night.
turbulent but safe.
Intense but real.
True and felt.
Love.
Claire de Lune' 