I love you the way waves merge upon the shore. Slowly absorbing grains wrap each drop in their embrace as the sun bears down with unending grace. Each wave drifts away, pulled by fate, the dampened sand which became their trace. Every ripple outlined on land as if drawn by some divine hand. Twice a day those waves kiss the sand. Twice. Throughout time love knows no other vice. Eternal hope – each wave returns. Eternal patience – land waits and burns, beaneath the sun.
Love is never done.