I allow myself to love you
Although you drift back and forth to me
Like the tide does to the shore.
You are rushes of warm salt water
That are all too confident in knowing
That the patience I carry
Exceeds the amount of grains of sand
That rest on beaches
That quietly await the sun.
What will you do
When you return from sea
And realize that the coast
Was slowly eroded away by
The storm you brought with you?