My Love…

My love sits

heavy like a stone

in your hand.

Withstanding time.

Falling like sand

between the touch of your fingers,

the kiss with which you brand.

If I am the ocean,

you are the land.

My love floats,

weightless and bright.

The beat of my heart

propelling your flight.

Like the winds of time,


If I am the force,

you are my might.

My love grows,

you planted the seed.

As the roots took hold,

I thought you’d leave.

With the lash of my tongue,

I’ve seen you bleed.

Yet, through it all,

my want

has now become

my need.

If we live in the shade,

our love is the tree.



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