love is planted in one’s heart, like an ocean wave, and with love, our hearts do speak like waves that dance under the sunlight and moonlight, finding their way to kiss the shoreline. force to be reckoned with in every way, some can ride along with the wave and see the beauty it does pave. but a weary soul who is against the wave may find themselves drowning at the bottom of the sea. heart, oh heart, it’s a delicate thing, that can bloom any flower with its spring, but it can also bring sorrow and woe, when love’s sweet refrain takes a bittersweet blow.