Welsh storms and silent hurricanes

I wrote a poem about my dearly loved partner this week:

She is a Welsh storm,
the sight of the sea keeps her alive.

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I asked her what she might say about me, she replied, “that's easy!”:

A silent hurricane.

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I shared this on my Facebook page, another description came from one of my dear students, who said: “what I see in you is…”:

Peace, …with attitude.

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I believe that is close to a description of a silent hurricane.

I'm speechless.