Analysis of My Perfect Storm

The blood in my veins has frozen, and my heart has grown stiff.
Though somehow she is still capable of making me love her.
As I bring darkness to the brightest of her days. Her eyes shine bright like lightning in the night sky.
With every blink, a crack of thunder.
A tear finds her cheek like a raindrop finds the ground.
The wind howls, blowing my emotions away
Like dead leaves on an old tree.
 In the end, the dark cloud that is my spoken word will create my perfect storm.