P H D P

When the wind dies,
the deep ache of each
unspoken note of love 
is buried in the deepest
heart of my oceans waves- 
centuries old, a churning depth
of every momentary breath 
encases my soul, a love
that spans every crevice of
my untouched devotion,
the only love with the strength
to withstand the coming currents,
a quiet semblance of becoming,
each soft touch a glance of 
our years.

On the shore a candle
burns bright at both ends,
fiery hearts combining into
eternity.

And I will love you, 
And I will love you