The Love of an Ocean

Your love is like the ocean

deep and sometimes dark,

yet sunlight reveals droplets

of laughter on your ripples.

At times, you are as gentle as a mother

with a baby bouncing on her knee

but when your Leviathan depths are aroused

you rage with a fury that can engulf cities.

Though you nurture vast hoards of life within

your treachery can sting for an infinity.

So when you love, if you must fall

love the mountains, not the meadows.

Then, when your monumental force is moved

you will rage towards the immovable stone.

Together you will form the snowcaps until spring comes

causing you to trickle kindly in tributaries through meadows.

The mountain’s force will usher you to the deepest caverns

its stone will be a formidable guide for your frenzied love.

Your water will be eternal flowing and smooth its edges

until you burst forth in a geyser of love.

Only a mountain can contain you

but not be destroyed by you.