Lost At Sea

I thought I would have soon forgotten your touch and even your taste but the feeling of your lips pressed against mine there was nothing sweeter I used to crave you as a whole but now I only crave to know your thoughts about me is that selfish? There is no comparison for my love other then a seashell in the ocean to some it might be washed up, another thing passed by or looked over onshore but to many I might be exactly what they look for to gather up among many and bring home for their own satisfaction but I’ve recently learned that my love is much better off lost at sea (leaving and floating far surfacing only for a moment not allowing anyone to claim me)