The blue sea pearls,
That I call tears,
I keep them close.
Beside me,
They are my fears,
That no one hears,
Now that you're not,
Beside me.
The Ocean Blue,
Was just like you,
Encompassing me,
Quietly,
My life was full,
Happiness, rule,
While you were there,
Beside me.
Now that you're gone,
Blue sea pearls won,
And always are,
Beside me,
The Ocean cries,
A heart that dies,
For you are not
Beside me.
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This is so lovely and true and wistful. It touches me me more deeply than I can say. Because I was subtly taught by family pressure not to release my feelings, especially negative ones, but to count my blessings and shut up (!) So it's almost impossible for me to ask for affection, if it's not given already, it's not for you - that's the lesson I internalized but your poem must have found a tiny opening in my armor and found a way inside - and I feel wonderfully vulnerable to tender emotions. And that is a good thing! !