The Great-Oceans Of The World Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am as gentle as a lion, pawing its prey
My aim is to kill, strike you down and love you.
Make sure you never leave but always stay,
Be as strong as a tidal wave fresh and new

But I am always steadfast, fastened to you.
Like a barnacle dear, I won't leave your side
I'll go 700 fathoms deep then spume-like a whale
Whose songs a rising landmass, about to collide?

Yes, love is lust, and it's the genocide of self
Every individual homicide is a shipwreck
A deliberate act of faith in finding oneself
Centre of the compass in one's own, dialect.

We must roar and be expletive, naked at times
But as I say, gentle as a lion pawing its prey
We must make allowances, amend for our crimes
Read a Collins dictionary, for further subtle rhymes.