When the storm comes
the world turns
silent but
deafening
Everything is tested
on strength and
willpower
Including love
All other issues
become irrelevant
So when the clouds
begin to pass
and the sun peeks
out through the darkness
All that truly matters
is whether our love
has triumphed or
fractured
like a bone
splintered
beyond repair
because not even
the one branch
that looks strong enough
to survive
is safe
when the storm comes
Sweet Speculation 