Of Love and Calamity
OF LOVE AND CALAMITY
She loved me like the hurricane, unpredictability was her super power but how could I ever blame her when her name was Katrina?
She loved me like a tornado, violently blowing my heart out of proportion but like a masochist, I took pleasure from the way that she hurt me.
She was my tsunami; at the slide of my heart’s tectonic plates, my emotions came bursting out uncontrollably and that intrigued me.
She loved me like the ocean waves, through the highs and lows, she carried me and I traded lightly for the fear of drowning in, but I was already in love with her.
Like a volcano, my heart was already engulfed by her love, so who would have ever imagined that she could be like a natural calamity, neither fettered by anything nor tamable, because her love just came naturally and pain was always inevitable.
See! I was never perfect for her so I fell short of her love several times and like a good score keeper, I swear, Victoria always kept record of my falls, I bet she could attract tourists with that living stone of hers.
I broke the Ozone layer just to please her, because in winter my love for her remained warm and cool in the summer, not even her heart’s stratosphere could ever absorb my love rays because this was the true global warming.
Like dark matter in quantum physics, she loved me with so much gravitational force, so intense that it could only be transcribed as the black hole theory; she must have hailed from the Bermuda region.
Fiercely, she loved me like an exploding star; you could even see the rays from the moon now I guess she was my supernova; with a bang in my chest I fell for her the relative theory of love was absolutely big and I guess that’s why I fell so hard.
She loved me like the winter snow, falling gently down to my head but filling my heart with both unspeakable pain and unfathomable love, and I fell for her like Autumn leaves; she was my natural selection; bittersweet a story told of love and calamity…
