On the calm mirror of a morning sea there is turmoil below.
Sea's of love come crashing down on the souls of our lives with
An ocean of happiness and joy.
But that same sea can wash away that love by
by words of deceit from the one you loved.

Warm winds of the heart turn cold, bitter cold.
Sending your heart into a deep freeze
protects from the deceitful intrusion called
love.
But soon the heart grows weary of the lonesome
solomnence void of warmth.
So each beat of the heart seeks its equal.
Searching near and far for a
rhythm to be it's twin

And when that rhythm is found love flows once again.
The two hearts of love seek to be together.
And forever the twin hearts of love will be together
like warm sea waters washing gently over a sandy
beach.

Randall L. Poole