Beyond the seas of melancholy,
there was a time I held your hand,
My heart now bears an untold story...
like a ship at sea that longs for land-
A great untruth my lips have borrowed,
a boundless treasure that lines my chest,
the wealth of words are in their sorrow,
and words are all I can bequest-
We remain unwritten throughout history,
no x will mark us on the map,
but in books of prose and poetry,
you loved me once in a paragraph-
And your love has left me on this island,
It has filled my cup to the brink,
yet I grow thirsty in this silence,
there is not a drop for me to drink..