Cherries, peaches, plums, and apricots rot
As I am missing thy theft like kisses
On my sealed lips, whilst your visit turns naught!
The fruit flies swarm seedy worms of hisses
Thou hast all glass sand grains of my true love;
Passing minute stabs, the second sparks hope,
But the folly doth the lonely fleet dove
Waived to the sky while shackled to Earth’s rope.
Come, come thou art, bridge the ocean apart
Shock the lost times swallow full of fears;
Lend your ship on shores of the reckless heart
Ye thee the only one who fires sweet tears…
Let’s dream whilst the jar sinks my withs deep rogue
Let chilled moan sweat whilst mind blanks in ague.