Ocean of Love
What shall I say about love
That hasn't already been said before?
Though in attempt’s wake my faith may shake,
I must leave this cynical shore.
Words weigh me down, my dear,
And the ship doesn’t seem to move!
It’s passion that blows the ship in its course
And not gold that intends to prove.
Should the ocean of love ever deter,
Or thunderstorms be testing,
Be my guiding star, which, from afar,
Awakens my hope from resting.
I’ll conquer the rough, raging sea
For your heart, which does not quiver.
Take pride in seeing every nook of your being
Light my soul with love forever.
Sravanthi
01/05/2014
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