sometimes, love is soft and quiet
it seeps in slowly,
and you don't realize it's there. 
it trickles in until until your
heart is so, so full.
and some love is fierce,
like a raging hurricane.
it pours into you,
fast and hard and immediate,
and there you are,
soaked to the bone,
wind whipping to your core,
and it fills you
until you are a flood
and there's nothing you can do,
you are overflowing,
and there is no way to temper
such a wild and free thing.