conflicting storms

He asks me if I love him
I say not yet
how could I?
I barely know him
he hasn’t seen me.
He thinks love is a tempest
blowing in and bringing chaos in it’s wake
destroying what has been.
I think love is a warm summer breeze
tickling my skin
warming my face
wrapping me in sweet seduction.
So who is right
how do these two conflicting forces meet
is it wrong from the start.
Are we doomed in fate
or do these winds entangle and enchant