You move at such a strikingly different pace than I.
You are nonchalant to a T.
You progress as a river, smooth and steady.
You flow over rocks with such ease,  
not letting anything of unimportance afflict you, yet still holding strong to your direction.
You are soothing and fresh,
life sprouts from you, and surrounds every inch of your being.
I, I am the ocean.
Vast and unpredictable, I'll create anything from cataclysmic hurricanes to captivating coral reefs.
I shelter anything from Atlantis to the Loch Ness monster, and my deepest parts may never be revealed.
But darling, I'll turn your skies blue, if you only give me a chance.
I want every ounce of you to flow into me, your fresh water bringing me serenity, if only for one moment.

I'll never quite get why you don't like roller-coasters, or haunted houses, or rope swings, but I'm beginning to make peace with that lack of understanding.
You'll never fail to fascinate me with your love for gardens, and old films, and espresso.
I want to uncover everything about you.
I want you to teach me things about myself that I never knew were so prominent,
I ache to know you so much more.
I want you to know me, so, so much more.
I am trying to give you pieces of me, I am just still learning how.