My love is like the ocean tide
Sweeping in, knocking and toppling all in his way
To lap at the highest reach which is my heart.
But no sooner here than he turns again
And with an awful tug he says farewell, he has to go,
Only to return again.
And so the cycle goes.
Is there a cease to this?
Might he remain?
One day?
Some day?
Ever?
Or must he ever pull at me
To tear and to destroy this shore
crispina kemp 
Cease to be the moon that you are and his oceans will quiet down.
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Nice. Yea.
Yea… you could be right ð
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ð By the way, my first thought was really boring one…I kind of went into the physics of waves. Had I posted that one you might have ended up blocking me! ðĪŠ
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Oh dear. I’m sure I would not have
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Bittersweet!
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Indeed. Expanding the approach ð
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Interesting way to look at the ocean.
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Some come in and go out; bringing excitement. Others opt more for a lake over an ocean as the tides are a lot less volatile.. less exciting, more sure…
Which to choose?
I love ED’s answer!
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Some of us have less choice… ð
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This be true
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And would I want it any other way?
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Absolutely not!
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We may never be permanently shore.
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And I live beside the sea; I am keenly aware of the ever-changing nature of the shore, from year to year, from season to season, from day to day, from hour to hour. Perhaps it is the shore that is in ever flux?
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Perhaps my point. ð
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Seems there’s been a lot of love poetry with you recently – just in the mood to get out some amorous words?
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I say nothing… but I do smile
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Difficult to say without saying something. I’ll resort to the politicians’ stock answer: No comment.
Possibly, potentially… but only in our teen years do we wave a flag in the early days
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Loved reading this poem. You are soo good at this!!
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Like the tide, it comes and goes. When it flows, I write, and when it ebbs, I let it go
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