My love is like water.
Sometimes serenely still,
Sometimes coming in waves.
It lets light into it,
Clear, and hiding nothing.
My love is immersive,
And yet keeps you afloat.
Sometimes it is solid
When you need my support,
And sometimes it quenches
You thirst for affection.
Sometimes ethereal,
So you can breathe it in.
My love is like water.

What wall is there that has never been breached?
No matter how thick, they’re just paper thin.
You think with your walls you’ll never be reached?
What are you keeping out? Or keeping in?

You put all your healing into that wall.
Each brick represents energy misplaced.
They will crush you when they crumble and fall.
What good are they then? What have they replaced?

Like Jericho, walls succumb to belief.
The walls you build are tools of betrayal.
Loving someone is your only relief.
What are you hiding from? To what avail?

Walls are remnants of cities forgotten,
Of cowards and failures long ago past,
Behind which dying cores have gone rotten.
Why guard your hurt? Do you want it to last?