If love were an ocean

If love were an ocean would you swim with me?

would you tred water till your arms are sore?

would you stay a float when the waves come crashing over us

or would you keep your eyes open.

looking for the closest shore to comfort your tired body.

i'll admit that love can seem big to anybody,

and haughty hearts may have heavenly yatchs of romance,

but those vacation cruises will never truly last past their arrival dates.

i'll be honest, this ocean is closely related to the sea of regrets

and the currents that brought us here

may lead us there every now and again

and yes, too much time spent in the water will leave us both with wrinkles on our fingers and toes

the sun and salt will bleach our hair to a whiter hue

and the reflection off the water may blind us if we stare too long.

but hold my hand and i'll keep you safe,

put you on top my back if the fishes ever start nibbling at your feet,

i'll build you a raft out of the ship wrecks of infatuation and the ties of lost rings,

i'll rest your head on this wooden refuge

and make you see that land lusters

have nothing over ocean lovers,

and a body in motion combined with flexible contortions

of two blending into some more than just me and you

is better than one that simply hovers,

looking for another to smile with underneath the covers.

your heart can never be stolen.

it has to be given away.

and if you want true passion you'll have to jump in willingly

So if love were an ocean...

would you swim with me?