every message sent
gets my heart to fluster
and when I got  the hang of it
so fond that there's nothing left
this is how we reach the end

Share nearly enough
Something he longed for
Chocolate high,
creamy and pure,
special and great,
Nibble the lovely sweet taste.

you kept me hanging
in these vast particularities
without any guarantee
of what we could be

When the tides were soft and calm,
the island was strikingly abundant
When the tides were harsh and strong,
the island disappeared in a blink
past fighting for its place in the ocean.