Your love is the weather. 

Sometimes cold and bitter like the madness between us. 

Your love comes and goes like the rain in the summer. 

Other times, your love is as strong as a tornado and as sweet as the sunset in the evening. 

But in the end, when it all adds up, it's the warm, summery feeling that I get when I'm wrapped in your arms that subtracts the cold, bitter winter we sometimes have lingering between us.