my silence is a speech
in my eyes you could read,
you could dive, you could teach.
trying hard being near
but your shores with no reach.
searching you in my all,
your dwelling in my each,
with a misery spattered the soul
my sorrow waiting you,
with the care, me to bleach...
and the labor was the longest
lonely faced with a will
and the love born breech
drowning there in the pain
watched by you from your beach.
little cruel, how to be
waiting you, me to teach