Rocks Are Made To Be Tough

Our love is like a tidal wave.

I am the wave; you are the rocks.

Continuously crashing into one another.

No matter how bad the damage,

Our lips always return to touch,

Bodies colliding; much too rough.

It’s okay, rocks are made to be tough.

The water splashing up at you,

Slapping you in the face.

When the ocean gets angry,

The rocks just sit and wait

for the storm to be over.

Our love is like a tidal wave.

Beautiful, dangerous.

Perfectly safe for us.