RIMA XLI

You were the hurricane and I, the lofty
            tower that defied its power.
You had to explode or tear me down!…
            It could never be!

You were the ocean and I, the upright
rock that firmly resisted its movement:
You had to break down, or wash me away!…
            It could never be!

You were beautiful and I, proud; the one
used to dominance, the other not to give in;
the path was narrow, the clash, inevitable…
            It could never be!