EBBING TIDE Our
desire for love is very great Alluding to fears, we contemplate The many whys to close the door Scarred by love that existed before
Growth is a process learned from pain Rainbows are born after the rain, Love is not perfection but needs direction It can be harnessed by paying attention
Love is not a dream but a living reality As the ebbing tide, complex in its simplicity A rose is a rose but carries a thorn Handle it gently or blood will be shorn
With grand expectations of love’s magnificent splendor Futility persists despite our endeavors, Only with faith, we can propagate A lifetime of love that won’t dissipate!
