Storms,
those whirlwinds and symphonies
in the sky,
nourish her midnight soul
and comfort her gypsy spirit.
Those tempests amplify
the starlight in her eyes,
the moonbeams in her veins.

When catastrophe strikes compassion and love unite. A storm can't break the spirit of love. A storm may crack your windows, tear off your roof, wreck your house, but it absolutely cannot destroy the foundation you hold within yourself. Stay strong. Stay rooted. Carry love in your heart, always, and know the sacred things in life can't be touched.

Your soul is so bohemian, free and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let's be mermaids for awhile.

I could make love with you until the moon decides to never glow again.

Don't tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn't do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.