Some blow in on a gusty hurricane wind
Plunging our lives into unpredictable havoc
Blowing up a tempestuous storm in our hearts
Leaving our emotions strewn in chaotic shreds
Some are like a simmering stew on the stove
Constant in their wholesome food for the soul
Wafting the aromas of country-fresh living
Making us feel the nostalgia of warm comfort days
Some sit with the sorrowful eyes of an old stray cat
Shivering in need of attention and stroking affection
Giving you the pleasure of a Florence Nightingale
Fulfilling your purpose, adding meaning to your life
Some sit as a clock on the old oak mantelpiece
Passing the time, counting the hours and seconds
Each day they’ll take you through your daily routines
Every Wednesday you’ll kiss and cuddle then fall asleep
Others crackle and burn in the living room fire
Warming and consuming you with leaping flames
The passion is intimately real and all reason is lost
And you want to die when the embers reduce to ash
You ebb and flow into my life,an endless surging tide
Swirling and twirling with my feelings every moment
At high tide you swoop me into dangerous adventures
Then you take my mind with you into receding waters
No guessing as to which one of you I would choose
I know that trying to find the perfect match, I would lose.
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