SINKING LOVE
Loves lost ships, hears the howling winds lamentsinking sounds a block of cement
love reaches out to gain afloat
this time love is a sinking boat
no air or wind to catch its sails
loves lost ships at the bottom frail
the howling winds distancing in the deep
loves falling asleep and counting sheep
maybe to be awaken in time
will we ever hear loves chime?
explorers may come searching for it
to bring it afloat they will have to be fit
patient persistent for love to bloom
you never know....
a bride a groom?
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