Tell me, what is concrete love? And why, would you want that?
Why want something cold and hard, that scars each time it cracks?

Why something so unbending, that doesn't give at all;
that breaks your bones, and skins your knees, if on it, you should fall?

Why something so unmoving, that holds you in one place;
and keeps you from exploring what's beyond this simple space?

The answer seems so obvious: it's strong enough to hold,
whatever stands upon it, however tall or bold.

But concrete is a mixture made of water, cement and sand,
that hardens when exposed to air, a solid, choking stand.

It kills the life below it, and covers up the dirt,
believe you, me, what you can't see, can make you cry and hurt.

So, I would like to warn you; and tell you this, I must:
given time, and the stress, concrete turns to dust.

I'd rather have a liquid love, an ocean, vast and wide,
where the vessel of my heart can sail, and explore the depth inside.

I'd rather be allowed to move towards each new horizon,
a stage, in full circumference, to live my life upon.

I'd rather have the space to go to places I've not seen,
and know that it supports me, no matter where I've been.

I'd rather be immersed amongst a living, breathing keep,
discover all it's wonders and let it rock me, fast to sleep.

I want a love that ebbs and flows, and is constant as the tides,
that comforts, and yet thrills me, as I go along this ride.

Whether placid or in turmoil, in the waves, or against the shore,
I'd face the challenges it brings and bravely ask for more.

If I should drift, or race the wind, I want my finest hour,
to be each day, I find my strength, and utilize my own power.

And if a storm should shake me, and overboard, I drown,
I'll not have disappeared at all, or cry as I go down.

For the ocean is a big embrace, huge within it's measure,
that holds inside, its deep divide, so many hidden treasures.

So, go on, plant your feet in stone, if that's what makes you whole;
but as for me, love sets you free, and fully expands your soul.

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