It’s about to rain love, a monsoon of the heart, torrential winds that plan to tear us apart. Don’t go outside love, it’s not safe. There’s no one left for me, but you love, in this dire place. Their hatred for us is stagnant in the air. So, let me wash it off your face with my kiss and untangle it from your hair. Why is our love a sin when it ignites my very soul, more than any fire that has ever come from coal. You complete me, you make me feel whole. So, how can you ask me in the darkness of night, if there is a cure? As if you wanted to cleanse yourself of me and make yourself pure? If Adam had loved Steve would you be sure? Regardless, I will spend eternity loving you more.