Yarden


In the stillness of the eye of the storm is where I find you.

The weather is calm and the skies are clear.

My love for you acts as the strong surface winds.

Converging towards the center, yet never reaching it.

Much like the Coriolis Force, your suit of armour, deflects the winds of my love.

Acting perpendicular to the direction of motion.

As the eye wall of the storm starts to enclose the eye, I find myself in the most dangerous region.

Inside a ring of towering thunderstorms, where the most severe weather and highest winds occur.

My love now surrounds you in the eye of the storm.

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