Whirlwind

My queen, 

In certain times, you'll find that there is a propeller of knives whirl-winding over my dome. What surrounds me is a great tumult and babel, and I cannot control what is being said and what reverberates inside. For this, your need in my life becomes greater than ever.
Your mind shall be put to test and your heart might ache, as what I breathe in the storm is dirt and dark air and expel the same.  Keeping faith is the only thing I ask of you.
My love hides in the tunnels beneath the ground, don't worry, it is kept it safe and sound. Looking around, there is only swirling tempest, I stand in the eye of the storm - the iris to be precise, surrounded by dark brown quick-sand. I hear your voice there, so I stay. Else, perhaps I would have be lured into the trap set by the tempting voice of the gale.

The seed we had sown when we married our soul stands strong as a tree... Rooted in the garden of Eden where the sun shines bright. I sleep under it's bower when you are away.
You might ween that I am casting a mock upon you with these cryptic images, believe me, I cannot think of a better way to put it in. You are as divine to me as these words. Some day you will realize what I mean, that day would be my kingdom's restoration. 

For now, I need you to know that whatever I say or do foolishly, that hurts you or puts you in a state of self-doubt is my idiocy. It's my failure to be self-reliant, and constantly needing your attention to take a step forward in my life. It's my need for you that flips constantly as a coin when tossed. I am only satisfied by you. When you are engaged in an important task, your absence makes me restless. That uneasiness nests insecurities and delirious thoughts which reproduces every-time when the minute hand of the clock is set in motion. Despite of this -

I love you. That never changes.