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!
© Reanty Marajh 2006
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!
© Reanty Marajh 2006
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