Love is the ever effervescent essence of the mist that lifts the sails of life, Laughter procured seas of proclamations and oceans of adequate adamant emotions.
There is seemingly plenty of water, everywhere, but none to drink. Despite challenges of yore and winds of several ship shaking suitors, I sail through to the Land of You.
Sometimes singing sirens seductively stop us in the yar as the rush comes. I, regretfully, know You not, yet swim on I must. I navigate the stars and through the current. Is it You that I see or a mirage?
