Endless. Unbound. Dangerous.

Our love is the ocean. I bathe in its gentle waters. Lying on my back, staring up at the sky, the tide at my reins.

A wave gathers strength as it approaches the shore; nurturing yet deadly.

It gives surfers wings to fly; yet has the potential to steal the last breath of anyone who it disagrees with.

Our love rests between the two. Equally perilous. Equally powerful. Equally pure.

The wave rushes past me, over me, under me. I spit salt water from my mouth; its bitter taste a reminder to treat it with respect.

Our love is the ocean. And you, my dear, are my harbour.