Like a Ship

Our love is like a ship 

sturdy and enduring. 

It can survive the tumultuous 

waves of our arguments 

and can brave the deep waters 

of our silence. 

Our inside jokes and quarks

giving character like

the nicks and cracks of the wooden boards. 

Sails billow in the wind,

uplifted by our mutual support.  

She may not be a fast ship,

slow and steady, 

taking the time to breathe in

the salty air of our personalities. 

We know what this ship can do,

we know where the boards creak,

we know the sweat that went 

into shaping the hull. 

Without it we are lost at sea,

able to be battered and drowned 

in the ever moving waves. 

The destination is not the goal,

the journey is why we sail.