I have run waves
Over your delicate mouth.
You are everything
I have seen through the thick of time.I have pulled your limbs up,
That have weighed so heavy
For you to carry.
In your horror, you have stepped only with your demise.For bluest tears, to a delicate mouth,
For everything I have else seen,
To a mouth, the ocean’s current follows
In great streams, from eyes of compassion.Though, the pain I feel,
The sickness I wield,
The emotion I know is a shield,
A guard,
To you,
And for us.
All is the love for many
Years in the flowery field.
