Hopelessly Witty, Endlessly Romantic Poem by Keith Michael

congealed love stays stagnant at the bottom of the lake, from which it can never escape, and everyday the fawn and the squirrels and animals alike come from far and wide to try to salvage it. as so was done with the shipwreck on the weighty shores, where the waves tried to try them on, and the moon grew so far out that there wasn't an unlit wave for miles. the treasure was gone but so were the hearts of follied men who thought they could brave mother nature, but she brought them to their knees and then to their graves. all wasn't lost, because we were able to save their souls for our children's lives