sometimes things happen... moments cannot be controlled by us... we flow unknowingly into a storm...

She is a storm; she is a river untamed; untouched she will engulf you; she will shatter you hold her softly; caress her gently she is fragile like a rose petalshe is tender like the touch me not leaf she is the warm glow of the morning sun she is the magic of a full moon night

she is a storm, untamedshe is a river, untouched

There is a harbour to be reached, after the storm has abated!