You said it was like the sea coming to the shore,
the last wave overwhelmed by just one more,
the water boils with jealousy unjust
until fear cools it - as it must.
Sadness laps our hearts, anger roils over despair
but before foaming hate submerges us, take care;
be patient, wait! Ensure the count is seven -
that wave comes, and we are in heaven.