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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ebb and flow of Time has caught me in a current between past and present, And in this sea of memory, I lay stranded, adrift on each passing moment, Suffering the fate of the heart-wrecked, having been sunk by your disappearance, Remaining afloat by holding on to its remains, a single vivid remembrance. For there is no forgetting how your eyes have penetrated me, How I just stood there, naked and humbled by such incessant beauty, Without being tried for love, how I was so quick to plead guilty, Now I wonder in melancholy how I had been conquered so gently; I leaned not on my understanding of what all of this could mean, Just that I fall into pieces because you see through what I seem. I remembered I prayed after I was so easily swept off my feet 'Thank you, for there could not be one thing that could ever be as sweet As those opaline eyes... that Made me hers that very night...' Oh now, my heart cries for how it thirsts to see your face, Though I know the time we spent was only a matter of days, I can still assuredly say that you justify what I am going through, For having been bound by the chain of thought that makes room for only you, In the heaven of your eyes where I am both captive and captivated, How could I not have gotten lost fishing for love, dear beloved? This sea, its moon, stars and its skies... Were they not all there in your eyes...? (They made me yours that very night...) Even if I were stronger and could turn against the tides of this memory, I'd only wake from my sleep, but not from the sweetness of my misery. -- A remake of an older poem of mine, changed the meaning a bit.
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