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点击复制The tide pulled hard against my shaken will
Its waves too rough its voice too loud to still
I drifted through a sea of rising chill
My strength worn thin my heart refusing thrill
But then your warmth became my grounding sand
A gentle anchor formed by just your hand
The waters calmed obeying your command
And let my weary breath reclaim the land
Your touch restored the courage storms erased
It shaped a harbor where my doubts were placed
The ocean’s threat once bitterly embraced
Now softened under love your warmth encased
So hold me when the tide begins to climb
When waves return to haunt the edge of time
For in your warmth the oceans learn to rhyme—
And every storm retreats from its own prime