I do not love you
like a traveler loves a view
I love you
like a secret loves silence,
like depth craves depth.
You are not just water
you are emotion in motion,
a hymn sung by moonlight,
a soul with salt and storm
in your veins.
I love how you breathe
without needing anyone to notice.
How your tides rise and fall
without shame,
how your waves hold both peace
and power.
I love that you rage
when the sky grows cruel,
that you speak in roars
when you're no longer heard.
You are not just blue
you are every feeling
I’ve ever buried,
every tear the world
never saw me cry.
And I,
fragile yet fierce,
quiet yet alive,
found in your vastness
a mirror.
I do not visit you.
I return to you.
For in your depths,
I remember
I am made of wild things too.