Loving you comes to me

the way waves do as they

connect with the side of a boat,

crashing over and over.

I anticipate the connection,

as I see nothing but waves

coming from miles all around me;

knowing the feelings

will rock my boat back and forth

as the little moments

of love crest on the next wave,

getting ready to rock my world

again and again

leaving me little time to prepare

for the next overwhelming bout

before the next one hits.

There are highs and lows

and no way off the ship.

I am stuck between waves

asking myself

“he loves me?

he loves me not”

time after time.

And as much as I love the highs

and salty breeze in my hair,

I am getting seasick

and am longing for a harbor.

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