My Love Is Lost To The Ocean's Vicious Wave Poem by Emma Atkinson

My Love is lost,
Swallowed by the ocean's vicious waves.
Has nature no mercy for the human heart?
My Love, my soul, it saves not,
But lays him in the inky grave,
far, far from me.
Do they, cruel waves,
Not have the decency to let lover
Behold her lover's face,
Let her fingers trace
One last time, the eyes, the brow, the lips
Of her beloved?
Let her tear-stained fingertips
Hold him once more,
Before time and wave
Devour him, and he slips
Down, down, down into black oblivion,
A blue-veined ghost of the sea,
A painful, salt-skinned memory.
And My Love is but a soul lost to the iron ship,
Harbringer of broken hearts left abandoned on beloved shores.
I feel my tears as they drip,
Salt, like the sea that roars,
The sea that stole you away from me.
It glints, a cool grey tormentor
to my cries of anguish
As I stand on its lonely rocks and languish
Forevermore.
My Love is lost, swallowed by the vicious waves.
I wish they would swallow me.
I wade into the waters, cursed and blessed waves.
'Come kiss me with the kiss of death'
I beg.
'Come steal my final breath'
I say.
'Lead me to your inky graves,
Where lies my love,
And I will lay,
Come, vicious sea.
Come and swallow me.'