Trouble is brewing,
Steamy, heaty, an inferno,
Threatening to blow apart
All you'd ever believed in.
One wishes that Trouble
Looks like its namesake -
Menancing, hideous, forbidding,
But that is not God's will.
I think Trouble looks like you,
Chiselled, dark and mysterious;
Drawing me closer with your eyes,
Pulling in my mind, body and soul.
Copyright © thearcticstar 2016
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