by Lynn McClintock-Borich - 1997 Sometimes in the mirror I see the young girl I once was. In my eyes I see the passion, the desire for you that has not diminished. Swelling like the waves building before the storm. Could such love drown you? Sometimes I force myself to pull away from you afraid of a love that could crush my soul. I withdraw like the tide at sunset leaving behind the gasping, dying anemone bubbling up under the sand waiting for the sea to return. Sometimes I wonder does desire for me overwhelm you? I think in a moment we could be washed away by the storm swallowed by waves. Our youth, our love, our passion gone, leaving not even a footprint to mark our presence.