turbidisturbances;;

Listen to the Seas echo,”My Love.”

Your heart in mine,
My hand in line
With that picturesque horizon,
With yours.
We gawked in awe of the rising sun,
As the Baltic ball of fury rose.

The alignment of sky and sea
So perfect like a string of tightly struck chords,
With such unison, conviction and exquisite harmonies.
I whispered, “Your love, I’ll never afford.
My debts are as vast as the oceans,
Insecurities insurmountable,
With a spirit so valiant,
I’ll find for that longing love so inexplicably invaluable.”

We sat by the shore,
Alone in an island,
Just us and a bed so shallow, and a sky so tall,
Recounting war stories so vile and violent.
Of battles fought, though sometimes caught,
Resilience was the only story ever taught.

Sing to the sky, and if there’s no echo,
Sing even louder - Oh!
Till the seas resonate the radiant ring of a rut.
As clusters of clouds raced through the clammy cold,
That was how I charmed your soul
And captured your heart.

I write like
Oscar Wilde

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