While I bask under,
The warmth you bring to my life,
I’m intimidated by your seething anger,
From a pleasant flower to a raging volcano in no time,
You keep me on tenterhooks,
Is that care I see or an angry roar I hear?
Acknowledgements :- Written in response to D’verse Quadrille. The word of the week for the quadrille is roar. The challenge is to write a poem in exactly 44 words using the word prompt. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.