old seas melt in red oppose,
And only the dead lay melted there.
When they feel there life is closed,
the waters up in there lungs will tear.

And love the jewel upon thine eye,
the gem glisten on thy 'brow.
as you look with shy wet eye
You see that I know how.

As though as lovers frail and pale,
Could ever be as one.
you trust me now and take my ail.
And all unrequite gone.

As though upon a sea of red,
That passion creeps upon your bed.

Danny, James Archer

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