I shall never seek;
your streams on my shore
though drought grew me weak;
but tears did I pour;
not for your missed leave;
but flourish my swore;
of bleeding to breathe,
my breeze solely for
my patient lips need;
shall never be yours;
for waves too are ceased;
better yet unsure;
so did you break plead;
to further explore;
thirst kissing to please
one's sketchy seafloor.
