She took a moment.
A small space in time
To ride with the ebb
And flow fo the tides,
Saltwater stains of
Tears for loves
She's forgotten.
Life was busy, furious,
But she's stopped,
Floating, waiting
For that familiar touch
The kiss from out of her ocean
Of life she has been patient for.
She drifts to a shore
Where every grain of sand
Bears a welcome,
A single moment of assurance
A delicate 'I Love You'
To counterbalance her own turbulence.
She's a water girl, you know,
Born of this.
Conceived in the hopes
Of another's imagination
And fondest dreams,
Her heart beats to continue the chain.
Her most insignificant thoughts,
Granules of passion
Borne within the flood
Will one day germinate
Into a hyper sexual tsunami,
And he shall never return from her sea.
So she takes a moment.
Is it right to have such power?
Should she release the joys
Of life upon him in flash flood,
Or gentle showers?
For it is all her natural order.
And a simple loving thought
Sets it into motion.
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And a simple loving thought Sets it into motion. ................................. You write perfectly ... Best wishes, Tsira