Written over camp last summer... at the beach. Hee.

Each time a wave crashes,
it says something new,
help me, save me,
I love you.
Reaching and pulling,
it never stops;
grabbing and rising,
in drips and drops.
Full of desire and love,
no hatred seen,
the waves keep coming
in from the sea.
The ocean is always changing
different is each wave,
but unlike the peaceful waters,
my resolve slowly caves.
How is it so innocent,
so naive?
How does it keep up,
never telling…
but always trusting?