John (Robert[s]) MacDonald

The tides come and the tides go, yet you remain,you unobtainable Adonis.
Life ebbs  and flows,yet you remain,as do my feelings,submersed under the sea.
I want what’s simple, yet my heart says otherwise,Some seasons never change,you curse what you cannot control.
It’s my hope that you realize what feelings can be true,What’s loved is born and what’s born is loved, beauty through and through.
If these things are not mutual, I understand your plight.It cannot be said that it wasn’t tried,Love has no foresight.
As the tides come in on this summer day,my mind can’t escape these thoughts,You and I, in the sand, picking ‘she loves me not’s.
All this hope, all the imagination, will it ever end?I cannot deny at times like these I wish there was nothing more than “friend”.
As I sit, thinking of you, my beautiful Adonis, I can not but feel melancholy.I write these words anew, but sadly,I recognize the tone. 
-J.Roberts