Oh, confusion borne of love.

It wells up inside me as if high tide were crashing in.

It lashes and roils at my innards,

Turning into a wet, sloppy, emotional storm.

I can't fight it.

I run about trying to dodge the gargantuan waves.

I can't wait it out.

I try to sit placidly, safely away on a reef.

So, what's left?

I gotta ride the waves and hold on by my fingernails.

This is a hurricane to the finish.

Sooner or later, eventuallly, it must subside

And, despite the havoc it may have wreaked at its peak,

Peace must, and will, follow in its wake.