High Tide

I am an isle,
You are the ocean,
Always around me,
Ever in motion.
Waves of your loving
Rush me with passion;
Crash! You are giving
Kisses in motion.
I was an isle,
Now I am sinking
Into your smile
And white-caps winking.
Mixing and flowing,
You become isle;
I, your loved ocean
Swirling in passion
Sinking and rising
Truth our true fashion,
High tides abiding.

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