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His Love Comes in Big Crashing Waves
Contributed by
allforyou
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Tuesday, 11th September 2018 @ 01:56:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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My love comes in small, shining moments.
His love comes in big, crashing waves.
I wish that I could be his ocean,
and crash on his sand the same way.
I wish I could dig a bit deeper,
There/'/s treasure in here to behold.
It/'/s buried inside my chest, but yes,
inside of me there is gold.
My love heats him up like the sun,
heats the sand on a warm summer day.
His love cools me down like the ocean,
cools the beach with its big, crashing waves.
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allforyou
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2018-09-11 01:56:17] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: His Love Comes in Big Crashing Waves
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Thursday, 13th September 2018 @ 08:01:43 PM AEST (User
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A very well expressed process. The topic is an enormous one, and I think your /'/take/'/, or method, of attempting to describe such a delicate and emotionally fraught situation is difficult indeed.
I hope you continue to write. I see a talent in you. The lines "I wish that I could be his ocean,
and crash on his sand the same way. " are magnificent.
Well done!
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