Where Love Turns the Tide
I picture you on the sea of roses,
A crimson tide where beauty closes
Around your form, a fragrant grace,
The softest blush upon your face.
Each velvet petal, gently laid,
A path of love, meticulously made.
The ocean's breadth, a lover's dream,
Reflecting back your tender gleam.
No waves of worry, just calm and deep,
Where secrets of the heart can keep.
You are the bloom, the light, the truth,
In this eternal, vibrant youth.
Yet even here, where soft hues lie,
The thorns of life will pass us by.
They prick, they test, they make us grow,
But in your presence, well I know.
Their sting is lessened, softly bound,
By love that on this sea is found.
For fragile fears cannot reside,
When true devotion turns the tide.
And as the breeze, a soft caress,
Stirs petals 'round your loveliness,
I see my world, complete and whole,
Reflected in your precious soul.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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