The Waters Wanting


And should you plunge and find the waters wanting, the saltwater waves bursting your happiness, hope dashed to the rocks, then burst free and hold your burning pride warm to your heart.

If it is love, your heart will be filled to the brim with sweet roses, lost in a mist of sweet scent, and Eden pales as every flower in your heart blooms as fiercely as any crackling fire.

And should thorns tangle at your feet, ensnare your heart, take care to tell love and grief apart, let no weed take root for all light must fly at the sight of bitter melancholy.

Disappointment in love breeds headaches.