Sea of my youth

Sea of my youth. What part made it hard to Love me, the Bering sea of my youth, I'd settled less, for lies and so you burried down the truth, what become of my love but fragmented parts of your mind, love as though you could not see, some might call it blind. I'd walked throughout fire as it burned my feet, still I'd found in you complete, and uttered lies, you told me passions are for fools, and the flames were only coal, you left me no warnings, only traces on my soul, had I not been damaged, had I not a broken piece, maybe love would not have died, for us It would not cease. Also I'm here and you are there, in times parting emotions we hide, just as the sea, my youth , and the tide, some days I rendered blue, other than those noted black, with etchings of pure white, was me standing in the corner, and it was you who'd shunned my light. I love thee as those moments decreased, few and further till unseen, I loved you before I knew you, and the timming of things, were cruel and mean. Maybe the seas truly were parted in between, maybe the sea is the fire, the shape of coal beneath my feet, maybe we we're never made, for love, and never ment to meet.