They ebb in and out.
Ever so gently they seem to flow.
The tides of love,
in they come, out they go.
Feelings come rapidly, overwhelming the mind.
They run over the emotions of love, left behind.
Like the ocean wave that gives and takes,
the heart chips away as it endlessly breaks.
Pounding at the soul like water to stone,
ruthlessly it erodes the spirit,
until nothing is left, but flesh and bone.
Emotions are riddled, ripped out and cast aside.
Like the rose of beauty, without nature's nutrients,
it withered and died.
To awake one morning to see,
the shadow of what once was the man,
or the woman,
destroyed and devoured,
by the tides of love, you and me.