Poetry & random loving thoughts

"Waves"

He sits by the water, the tide slow and steady,
The rhythmic ebb and flow, soft and unready.
In the quiet, his mind turns to her,
To the love that once felt like a whisper.

He knows now that love needs time,
Patience and space, not rushed by the chime.
Understanding, like the ocean's gentle grace,
Is found in the pauses, not in the race.

So he waits, with hope that never tires,
As the waves pull in, rekindling old fires.
For love, like the sea, comes and goes,
But in the end, it always knows.