I drop a pebble in the pond,
I touch your hand.
I see the silk midnight on your skin,
I see the depth of midnight in your eyes,
I see the strength of a thousand tides
Break on the shores but have more.
I want to give you that
But who am I to confine
The ocean’s beauty or yours into words.
I want to compare your strength to something worthy
But metaphors are worthless when held to your chest
Similes mean nothing when I can just
But I guess I want you to have these words so you know that
When it hurts and when you smile Ill be there.