Home is where my
search for love begins.
While it need not have
water near it,
it usually does.
The bigger the water,
the deeper I search.
I've seen it in a creek.
washing over the rocks.
When it tumbles down a waterfall
or if its stillness
denies even a ripple.
When the lake has whitecaps
and the sail nearly touches the water.
Although the seeking
may turn my simple love into passion.
When I walk a beach with waves
that crash so loudly
I fear my heart will break.
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