Was there ever a more difficult topic than love?
My words are a vessel, bringing it to you
There's always a fear of torrid storms
That might cause them to sink and
Never to be found again.
In years transformed into some relic
Undecipherable, unoriginal,
Simply antiqued and water worn,
A scar on the sea floor,
A part of my memory.
I am stuck on my essay.
So I wrote this instead.
