The shattered boat of my heart
I try to row through
The salty lake of tears
But the damage
Done by the storm of sorrow
Is irreparable
And the boat is incapable
Of crossing the dense lake
Covered with the fog of
Ceaseless cool sighs
And the dog
Of envious looks
Barking in the dark
Of innumerous boundations
I wish my wearing love chord
To be safe and sound on board
But the anchor of your heart
Is too weak to face
This unwanted stormy race
How I can chase
The ever changing phase
Of the peering crowd
That is spreading swiftly
Like a sorrowful shroud
This utter confusion
Is causing an unending separation
In the same river of commotion
We two have found
A bank each
Yet we are bound
To float away
Before we reach
The deep of final destination
To be united and one
Unto the end of creation
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