My ocean
Your destructive waves crashing down on me
My pond
You ripple with a single drop of hurt
My river
You lead a strong path as the wind follows
My rain
The tears and clouds the wind blows away
My spring
You bloom from the depths of darkness
Creating waves of playfulness onto the sea shore
Fog becomes our sanctuary, together, very still
Popping bubbles of laughter and happiness
After the hurricane comes a rainbow
Brighter, more colorful, and everlasting
It won't always be there...
But it will always come back around

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