Your love is an ocean, surrounding me, lifting me
Throwing me up on to the rocks and dragging me back into your arms
To be churned o'er and o'er.
My love is the rocks your waves fall upon,
Slow to change, unrelenting, silent.
Refusing to be moved by the pounding waves.
Together from our love comes the fruit of many years
The sandy beaches on which I rest my soul...
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OCEANS
PoetryA love story over time that changes like sand in the ocean but always is consistent.
