Relationships are like ships
Each one sailing to its desired harbour meets
Floating on the high seas of hopes
Faithfully walking on the trust of hiking ropes
These ships are everywhere across oceans.
In their red hearts is a rudder of passions.
Anchors of love in sailing beauty.
Traveling in relations of every country.
Some ships sail in successions.
Some sink on boat rescue missions.
Some die out in the anger of storms.
Some ships are sailed on burning tongues.
Some ships have no relation they just keep sails.
Some ships are on night seas hiding from eye whales.
Some relations never become ships
Few ships truly reach destinations as relationships.