It Comes Back Again and Again

It drifts on the tide, through the salt and the spray,

A message of love that won’t drift away.

Each wave is a whisper, a soft, sweet refrain—

It comes back again and again.

The ink may have faded, the words slightly blurred,

But the heart that has spoken still echoes unheard.

Through time and through distance, through joy and through pain,

It comes back again and again.

The moon pulls the sea as it pulls on my soul,

A yearning, a longing, that time cannot dull.

No matter how far, love cannot be restrained—

It comes back again and again.

I wait on the shore, where the sea meets the sand,

And cradle the bottle I hold in my hand.

Its story is ours, like the stars’ endless chain—

It comes back again and again.

It drifts on the tide, through the salt and the spray,

A message of love that won’t drift away.

Each wave is a whisper, a soft, sweet refrain—

It comes back again and again.

The ink may have faded, the words slightly blurred,

But the heart that has spoken still echoes unheard.

Through time and through distance, through joy and through pain,

It comes back again and again.

The moon pulls the sea as it pulls on my soul,

A yearning, a longing, that time cannot dull.

No matter how far, love cannot be restrained—

It comes back again and again.

I wait on the shore, where the sea meets the sand,

And cradle the bottle I hold in my hand.

Its story is ours, like the stars’ endless chain—

It comes back again and again.

Each sunrise ignites the horizon anew,

Each sunset recalls the deep ache of you.

The wind brings your voice, though it falls like the rain,

Still, it comes back again and again.

Through winters of silence and summers of hope,

I follow the waves as they stretch and elope.

Yet they circle back, like the ache I contain—

It comes back again and again.

Perhaps it’s a promise, a vow unfulfilled,

A love that no storm or no tide could have stilled.

Perhaps it’s a sign that the heart cannot feign—

For love comes back again and again.

Let the world spin its stories, the years weave their thread,

Let the ocean still carry the words that you said.

For even when lost, love endures, it remains—

It will come back again and again.