She is simply a hurricane

She is love, fierce,
for love is the only emotion that is universal in the world of emotions.

Water, water is what she is not.
She burns fire, for she is air.

Sometimes she is caught between being idealistic and being practical,
between her and the world.

She is a cyclone, she is dust, she is magic and she is brush.
Paint the picture and make it burst. Colours all around, she is lust.

They say she feels too much.
Thoughts whirl around such, that she forgets how much is much.

She has reached a quarter, it's a phase, will pass,
why is crying such a task.

She is a contradiction between is and was.
She is the letter R, of rain, remember and river.
She flows and falls. She is a thought.

Let her be, don't force her to change.
She dissolves in pain.
She has seen the worst but she can't let go of her trust.
They call her naive but she doesn't believe in labels and definitions.

What are you looking at? Yes she is a girl. Stop judging her by the days in a month. Empathy is her strength and vulnerability is her friend.

She is simply a hurricane.