When Love Grounds Me

They say Virgo is our match.
Earth to my ocean.
Not to contain—
but to anchor.
Solid shore beside wild water.

I’ve known the steady ones.
They don’t dam me,
they build places to rest.
They let me drift and still know
where I’ll return.
Maybe that’s love—
not the fireworks, not the chaos,
just someone who says:
"You can shift, and I’ll stay."