She is a waterfall
And I long to be the river
Ready and waiting to catch her.
I will never contain her
And she will never overwhelm me.
She will spill over my banks and run wild
But return again and again
To the space where I hold the fullness of her
The place where she fills me.

Rina Marie

30 Days of Poetry, Day 9

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