Feelings flow like the ocean’s tide
rising to flood and cover the seashore
but then certain to ebb and dry
leaving the sand thirsty once more.
Passion burns like a raging fire
warming the soul with the flare of romance
but it is quick to fade to ash and expire
leaving its pit as cold as it began.
Love at its heart is not so fickle,
it knows the high tide will come back again.
When dull embers may still be rekindled
It promises to try and be patient.