What is love? I asked
my friend,
And this was his reply.
Love is like an ocean
wave,
That crashes on the
shore.
How do you mean? I
queried then,
A wave to shore may
come,
But then returns from
whence it came,
And washes away the
sand.
So does love. It goes
and comes,
And as it washes out,
It washes away other
things
Things that might-
have-been.