Man Of Ferocity

Give it a name,
Call it anything.
But don't call it love;
I might not share the pain.
I'm insolent, I'm fierce.
I'm like an old book full of melancholy.
You'd hate me; admit it,
You would if you know me.
I'm like a spectre,
except with an alluring countenance.
I'm like a wind,
that won't make you feel bliss,
I'm a storm; I'm a man of ferocity.
Beware If you'd still want; after all this,
to take a place in this heart,
brace yourself; for my lady,
this desolation has made a start.

Author's Note

Just an amateur guys. Don't judge :x :)