The shape of my love

My love is like water,

It'll change, adapt, reshape

and lovingly drape

around thy teasing feminine shifts

and sometimes testing drifts

and still more enchanting, innocent trips

of your lovely, deep heart,

Filling it with light would be an art.

My love is like a river

and won't shiver

on coming across

the stones of your pain

scattered on your path,

It'll gently curve around

and caress, hug and surround

with its embracing fluidity.

It's dancing and in flow,

Carrying its joyous glow,

It knows one's heart is not a fixed cast,

Rather it's a panorama vast,

Where highs and lows give blast,

The heart is reshaping and reborn ever,

But my love pure though is yet clever

to go into the chambers where you need

a nourishing emotional feed.

It doesn't expect a smooth ride,

It feels your heaving tide, 

But it'd enjoy a walk by your side,

It would be lovely to flop,

rise and drop

along crests and troughs of your waves,

This up and down it craves.

It'll flow like air

across your hair,

It'll be always eager to touch 

with excitement much

all the colors and layers of your being.

It's enough and full

and always there with its pull,

It wants you to rise,

be free and touch all highs.

Why is it so happy to be such?

Ecstatic and joyous much,

Because now it can dance

as if in a holy trance,

It can see itself through you,

A glinting fresh drop of dew

on your petalous smile.