The ebb and flow of love
Is the tide of life.
Our meeting in love
Was the crashing
Of the crest
Upon the rocks.
Too sudden, in white foam
Shuddering,
The rock holds fast
Against the wave.
Roaring in agony of defeat
The sea falls back upon
Itself.
So does the sea break in love
Of the rock.
So does the rock, in time,
Wear away.
Until the sea passion subsides
And recreates itself
In the calm lapping
Of white caps
Along a smooth shore.
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