The idea of love is infinite.
We’ve written sonnets, and ballads, and yet
We’ve made but a small drop in the ocean.
Like the sea, love is ever in motion—
A twisting and turning of great waters
Aloof from the laws of human matters.
Like love, the sea looks smooth from far away,
But up close it can turn into a fray.
Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning.
A swirling vortex of hunger turning—
Be too kind, and find a knife at your throat;
Too callous and find you can’t stay afloat.
Too solemn and find yourself left alone,
Too lustful and find the pain you have sown.
But if you cast off to the wind with care,
You might not find yourself left quite so bare.
You might find yourself sitting on a boat,
Next to someone with features you have wrote
Into your memory like a career—
Except that they are the one you hold most dear.
And this is what I believe to be true:
That moments were crafted for me and you;
The moments I’ll cherish for forever
Are those when you and I are together.
Just you and I sitting under the sun
On our boat where nothing can be undone.
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