A wave at your feet

You are like an eternal beauty,

For many like mine come at your shrine to worship,

I touched your feet gently,

I could feel your body heat, my coldness I surrendered,

They say I am a perfect example of persistence,

But what they don’t know is that, it’s is in a group that I show sustenance,

What I am hundred percent you are seventy,

I am full of salt; you have blood too plenty,

I am just a wave, I will come and go,

You will never see me in my correct self ever,

So, don’t be sad, unchain your sorrow,

For I will fade, you shall not, ever.