Ocean of Love...

All the essence of bloom is lost,

As the ocean is too small for my love to even survive.

So I'll disappear just here, right here,

But for now I captured the waves inside the chills of my bones.

As herbs of hate grow sweet in my arms,

I consume it's fruit,

So not to disappoint myself from seeking at the rotten roots,

Being afraid, that nothing would ever perish on my skin,

Cause the soil is poised, and so is the water too.

then the Steeps of my wisdom is embroiled,

To swim my hands towards the heinous ocean and i...