She Is...

She is calm, like a calm blue sea,

But storms live in her, strong and free.

She is warm, like the morning sun,

And burns like fire when she's undone.

She is soft, like petals touched by dew,

But thorns, to protect her softness too.

She is hard, like shell shut tight,

Yet tender within, out of sight.

She is rain, soothing, gentle and slow;

She can be the heat, where wild winds blow.

She loves like a mother, deep and true,

But can be like a devil when she's through.

She is the silence that follows the cry,

And she can be a beautiful pain, I can't deny.

She is love, the kind that gives life breath,

And she can hate; to the edge of death.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.