acchile

My love, my love.
You are a mermaid on board of a ship on board of the sea,
a floating contradiction for my eyes and mine alone.
The land’s been kind to me but the water is kind to none.

My love, my love.
You are a flower from under the waves from under the sea,
curled up in darkness to hide from the sun.
The sand counts time for me but the water takes it from everyone.

My love, my love.
You are a shell afloat in the clouds afloat in my heart,
full of tales of lives gone by.
The air smothers like art and my soul was meant to fly.

My love, my love.
You are a star hung in a noose hung in my heart,
with two ropes for you and I.
It’s a shame for life to part but were always meant to die.

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