I want to tell you,
what the ocean knows.
Love is endless;
a hard untied knot.
depict the history of our love.
the pocket of your vest,
as the edges of your eyebrows lift.
-I did not make you feel that way.
Oh, but you did. you were the catalyst
The yellow rose:
though further perceived
becomes ambiguously forward,
forming wakes which dance along the shore line.
Why must love
take on such ridiculous tones?