The Storm that Replenished the Island
What I would not live without on a deserted island is not a material item nor an ideal,
no, it is but a single person.
A person who has the possession for everything for life,
a mind that bests all tools,
a being comprised of beauty, compassion, and determination.
To not only care for me and satisfy my needs and wants,
but who also contains the will for life of all kinds.
Someone to offer support on this lonely island.
Someone to demonstrate a powerful will to inspire me.
Someone who makes this lonely island not so lonely.
She is the wind that pushes me and directs me,
the thunder that beats in my heart,
the lightning that brightens each day for longer than a moment in the night sky,
the rain that keeps me alive and fresh,
and the clouds to cover, protect, and keep me warm.
For she is my Storm,
my Storm of life, drive, and above all else, my Storm of love.