xi.

time turns over like the ocean's waves
pulling you apart, pushing you together
tossing and turning until you're through the storm
calm water letting you drift home

love is a silent promise;
a hand to hold
a heart to call home
easily forgotten, yet always there

love is quiet, peaceful;
the kindness in your gaze
the way you'd give anything,
just to keep each other safe

love endures everything;
stands strong, even when you fall
sturdy foundations beneath your feet
helping rebuild you from the ruins

and when the storm calms, you both realise---
perhaps love means never giving up

Author's Note

11/11.

Reviews

[Kreative Kana]

This is my favorite poem!

[Brenda Woods]

Thank you!