Loves much like the ocean,
As its tides drift in and out.
Not often noticed when high tides in, But apparent when its out.
With high tides there comes the driftwood,
From shores yet still unknown,
Brings with a message in its bottle,
Of greater things to come.
Low tides not that great,
Although the sands they stretch far wide,
A risk to test the waters,
Maybe too far to escape high tide.
Catch your tide as its waves receding From its peak loves journey begins,
As when low tide is over…
Its high tides turn again!
