The Eternal Dance By Dale T. Doll Oh, the sea, how she yearns for the shore, Her waves caress, retreat, and implore. In endless cycle...
The Eternal Dance
By Dale T. Doll
Oh, the sea, how she yearns for the shore,
Her waves caress, retreat, and implore.
In endless cycles, her love does plead,
But the land stands firm—refusing to cede.
She whispers her secrets in gentle tide,
Sings mournful songs of the love denied.
Her foaming hands grasp the grains of sand,
Only to lose them, slipping through her hand.
The shore, aloof, stands resolute still,
An unmoving heart, a steadfast will.
Though touched by the sea, he will not yield,
His boundaries drawn, his fate is sealed.
Yet, in this dance, a beauty remains—
The sea’s devotion, despite her pains.
She knows each embrace will end in despair,
Yet returns, relentless, through storm and air.
Perhaps love’s essence is not to claim,
Not to conquer, confine, or tame.
It lies in the yearning, the passion, the ache,
In giving all, though your heart may break.
And so the sea and the shore will stay,
Lovers apart, yet entwined every day.
An eternal waltz, a bittersweet lore—
The sea forever chasing the shore.
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