September 16, 2008

My Love for You Is like the Surging Sea

My love for you is like the surging sea,
Wild and passionate against the sand.
I'm the surf withdrawing helplessly;
You're the firm and finely sculpted land.
I love you as the wind caresses grass,
Running gentle fingers through its hair.
I whisper my sweet nothings as I pass;
You bend away as if you didn't care.
Sometimes I feel that I am like the sun,
Shining down on you with hot desire.
You tan yourself precisely 12:00 to 1:00,
Then shade yourself from my too ardent fire.
Ah, words! Why do I care? What do they say?
But I'm in love, so there's no other way!

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