Beyond the shores of melancholy
there was a time I held your hand
My heart now bears an untold story 
Like a ship at sea, that Longs for land. 

A great untruth, my lips have borrowed 
A boundless treasure to line my chest 
The wealth of words are in their sorrows and words are all I can bequest 

We remain unwritten throughout history 
no x Will mark us on the map
But in my books of pros and poetry 
You loved me once in a paragraph 

And your love has left me, On this island 
It has filled my cup up to the brink 
Yet I grow thirsty in this dark silence 
where there is no drop for me to drink.