Ebb and Flow

After all this time the only truth I know;
Love is never perfect, It’s ebb and flow.
Without fail, selfishness jumps in the way.
The difference this time at the end of the day:
I always want more of your hand in mine,
your sweet gentle kisses brushing me by
summer still nights, lingering longer outside
in the velvet night air under autumn twilight.
Road trippin through winding mountains and seas,
discovering more of the birds and the bees.
The adventures we seem to stumble upon,
giggling when you put your sexy dance on.
The fact that you even search for my smile,
makes me love you longer, for miles and miles.

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