In swirling shadows, dancing tides,
In broken hearts and bloodshot eyes,
In restless nights and ashen days,
In reckless moves and somber waves...
You can sense it- know it's true,
Something tacit, something new,
Yet always there beneath your skin,
What you can lose- but cannot win.
Feelings and emotions- better left unknown,
A burden all must carry, yet not meant to bear alone.
Everyone is born- with love enough to give...
Because to love is to die... and to die you must first live.
