My love for you is like water,
It flows deep, in hidden spaces,
And seeks the dark and lonely places
To encourage new life and growth.

It is malleable and fluid, able to change
To new courses without hesitation.
And its presentation, ever-changing, with
A million different colors to fit its condition.

The water comes from the heavens, and is
All-pervading, present in every place and time,
The river sings his rhyme; the ocean speaks her mind,
And rolling, black rain clouds occasionally come to cry.

Do not dismay when it seems to be gone.
Deceptive, at times, the water hides,
But the changing tides will bring it back
To bring flowers to a new season.

So it goes with my love, it will strive on,
And in my heart, your presence grows,
And the passion flows in boundless waves,
That crash over me and wash my fears away.

by Democritus