Ebbing and flooding
Are the tides of my emotion
Readjusting to a perfect balance
Thanks to your power
How lucky I am you are mine
Majestic in the midnight sky
Over the very waters you prevail
Our bond is no reverie
Never shall we be truly apart
Nice....calming words.
Nice....calming words.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "