Strangers On Loves Boat Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

We are stuck, how?
Our world is so apart.
Marooned on Love's boat,
You paddle, i paddle.
But your oar differs from mine.

Your oar is bold and dares the waves
Mine strokes calmly, the waters.
For life has taught me calm
But you stand wild, reaching out to me.

Strangers though we sit close.
A stranger you are still
I quiver with fear and uncertainity
You grin with the joy of adventure,
You seek to explore,
I seek settlement.

But though we were marooned by chance,
I'll say we are strangers still
For restrictions have chained the heart,
And no matter how close we sit,
Your oar differs from mine,
So strangers we must be.