of stripes down his perfect forehead,
mocking his gelled hair
raised gently above his brows.
The wind tosses our feelings
back and forth as he speaks
the honest truth from within.
Telling me love is like an ocean,
always flowing brilliant
through sunny days
where the rays captivate all.
Always flowing brilliant,
even when a storm shakes
many boats deep below
the unknown muddy depths,
but never failing when water
is dried up in droughts.
The wind gently subsides
as the moons glare
reveals me truth;
That this love only shows
in the convenience of the night.
-Written by MICHELLE MATTSON
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