I rise, I fall;
I respond to his every beck and call.
The closer he comes, the higher I rise;
Unperturbed by the lurking fall.
I rise again, after every fall;
Trying to get closer, standing tall.
But fall I must, as he moves away.
To rise again, another day.
“It’s pointless and selfish”, the world will say,
A life wasted on falling every day.
But a love like this has a special place,
For without tide; oceans don’t exist in space.