HYSTERIA (BLITZKRIEG OF LOVE)

HYSTERIA (BLITZKRIEG OF LOVE)

She makes me wonder,

She’s a jolt of lightning and I’m thunder,

That follows with a lagging delay,

For I’ve yet to keep up to her flashing way,

She’s the perfect storm,

Living her life from the everyday norm,

Always leaving behind a rainbow in her path,

One like no other, a mysterious mixture of hues it does have,

Her rain isn’t pelting nor does it flood the streets,

It’s a soft, quenching kind that’s ever so sweet,

I wonder if she’s a hysteria sent from above,

To shower us all with her blitzkrieg of love,

I believe her to be,

And when she rains, dancing in the streets you’ll find me.

For I want nothing more,

Than for her to shower me with love’s downpour.

-brad