Your love is like water,
In a cloud casting shadow on the ground,
Bringing life and love,
The thing that nurtures and protects.

It destroys in a tsunami,
It creates in the monsoon,
Refreshing and revitalising,
Cleaning and making thrive.

It flows and it floods,
Trickles and runs,
Unpredictable yet obvious,
In an oxymoronic way.

There are times when there just isn't enough,
Times when there is too much,
All I know for certain though,
Is that without your love I cannot survive.