I met you on a rainy day as I stood alone,

the little left of a bitter soul stretched

before the world, so bare and cold.

And then you came along and said to me,

“You're beautiful,” before you even saw me,

and around me rose the winds of change,

a terrifying, yet alluring tempest

marked by the teeth of Karma.

You knew not what you wrought with me,

nor do I, my love, to be quite honest,

demon or angel, it matters not,

within you I'll ignite the fire

and from your core the flames of passion,

are all that I ask you show me.