My Monsoon Saviour, My Irene Adler

Monsoon;
Like the welcome rain,
Stormy, fierce and beautiful
You entered my June -
And swept me off...

Flooding me with emotion
Drowning me in desire;
To myself - no heed, no caution...

Coconut;
All tough on the out
But on the inside soft
Without doubt;

Cold and snarky for all to see
But warmness held within -
Lacking kindness you cannot be,

Behind those glasses
Eyes are sometimes moist
Behind those smiles - feelings
Sometimes not voiced

Dreams you have
Little things - big things;
Means you've chartered out
Cold streams and fire rings...

Cog wheels racing,
Time bomb ticking -
Any time for romance?
Will I ever get a chance?

Love's no game,
In losing no shame -
I stand without armour...

You are my Irene Adler.

- Adi