Crimson shades cascading
From his mouth flowing
Stronger than the river and I
Am swimming against the current,
Struggling to grasp on to any sense
Of nearby foundation.
I have been battling this tide for years.
Pathetically casting my arms away from me
In hopes of finding solid ground,
Something to anchor myself on.
An ongoing process, perhaps the greatest of human struggles.
There have been multiple times where the endless galaxies
In his eyes have been barely enough to keep me up.
This is self-sacrifice; this is a test of patience.
This, is love.