Whether ocean bares heart to moon it doesn’t matter,
It rises and falls in rhythm with moon is another matter.
When she kisses his storms and seeps beneath the skin,
In spite of fury more than word can delineate the matter.
Though wrapped in mist and cloud of the brooding night,
She beams when he speaks to her about things that matter.
A long while amid phases of the moon coming and going,
Knowing drops of ocean echo eternity, it doesn’t matter.
Tell one the story about how the moon adores the ocean,
Then observe if he dares to dive into the heart of matter.
Photo credits: Gifmaniacos.es
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