Your love is not a fortress, strong and tall,

But a yielding sea that answers every call.

It holds the salt of every joy and tear,

A boundless depth, a haven without fear.

You swim in currents strangers never know,

Where secret, tender constellations glow.

A life lived in the in-between,

In the space where dreams are seen.

Between the solid and the spray,

You find your mystical, fluid way.

With intuition as your guide,

You dance between the moon and tide.

You feel the ache in every shell,

The stories that the waves yet tell.

You absorb the sorrow, share the bliss,

With a compassionate, soulful kiss.

Remember, dreamer, to also rest,

Upon your own compassionate breast.

They call you vague, lost in a haze,

But you see through the worldly maze.

Your love creates, your spirit heals,

A truth that only feeling seals.

So dwell, sweet fish, in your gentle sphere,

The wisest heart is crystal clear.