I am those carefree waves,
of the always worried ocean,
who is curious enough to get
acquainted, with the mystery
of you, the consistent shore.
I, thus, rush to you, zealously,
every other second, to feel,
what you really are, but before,
I could immerse in you, the
ocean, afraid, pulls me back.
Yet I don't give up. I make
an effort, again, and in doing
so, I lose, everytime, a part of
me in you, to feel my essence.
I conceive the hope that
when I return, you would gift
me a new part of you, for me to
understand you completely,
albeit in bits and pieces.
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