and one cannot help but look.
Like the hidden salt, a taste of you is bitter
and one cannot help but savor it
and one cannot help but feel the warmth.
Like the changing weather, you can strike like lightning
and one cannot help but crave its power.
Like the breeze, you can be gentle
and one cannot help but love its embrace.
Like the wind, you can be forceful
and one cannot help but be swept away.
Like the earth, you can be sturdy
and one cannot help but feel supported.
Like the underground, you can cause the earth to quake
and one cannot help but be shaken to their core.
Like a lark, your voice is entrancing
and one cannot help but stop and listen.
Like a raven, your demeanor is haunting
and one cannot help but be captivated.
Like a line, you cannot be crossed
and one cannot help but try.
Like a mountain, you cannot be moved
and one cannot help but climb.
Like an impossible dream, you are loved
and one can never give you up.
Like reality, you are hated
and one keeps loving the dream.