Still her Passion Rages

Though deep inside she yearns to love with passion
   the tempest still rages....
Yet still she wants a touch of wild with flecks of old-fashioned
   the tempest rages....
She cares deep within her heart and longs for the man to bestow it upon
     her tempest she cannot escape.
Right at this moment this lady of rage is nursing a heart that bleeds
      even though her tempest rages on.
She cries out lonely words on those dark, cold nights
      she can almost hear the tempest within laugh.
There are tears she's cried that she's covered with sparkling liner.
        Her tempest mocks and confuses her.
She styles her hair and puts on pretty colors
         Her tempest still rages a brilliant red.
Sometimes she simply lies down and swims in the thoughts mingling in her head
         The tempest drowns her vision.
She feels choked and pulled down and still tries to climb up above it
          The tempest is always there to pull her ankles.
She sees that she gave every tiny drop of her Love to him.
          But he agrees with her tempest.
Even though she knows the sorrowful tears that have fallen
to create his very own river of love.
          The tempest knows how to seduce and play pretend.
She could never allow herself to truly put her heart on display
         The tempest would surely make a mess of her array.
Deep down she really only wants a few things
though it may seem deceptively like hundreds more.
She wonders if he is out there.
The he who believes in her idiosyncrasies.
Who admires her passionate whims and obsessive desires.
Who stops to take a look at what she is "really" trying to say.
He would know some things that would make him rush to her now
and whisk her out of the place she's in and as she throws her head back takes gentle glides across her ivory neck.
She wants to feel the hot breath coursing throughout her body.
Is it really so bad to want a tiara and to wear the diamonds upon her head? To plead with her man to have eyes planted upon her.
She craves and desires being his princess once again.
         The tempest renders her helpless and
useless
              impatient and untrustworthy.
Yet she is a free spirit led by the remarkable wind.
It carries her to and fro.
and sometimes she is so lost
and alone.....
but she reaches for that one twinkling star
the one that she can hitch a ride upon
and through it all she still loved him so.