I may never fully understand
The tempest in her eyes
Walking with both feet on land
Her heart lost amidst the skies
When turbulent the blues come bold
When melancholy, somber grey
The mischief in greens behold
Or star burst on some happy day
I often wonder what she's thinking
Seeming taciturn to opine
In passion and in tender silence
Her mysteries imprint her in my mind
I've stood before the calm and storm
Yet still am so oft surprised
For man may never know what's borne
Behind the tempest in her eyes
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