The hardest part is controlling my feelings when its all I've ever known...*
You are my anchor that holds me securely to the sea.
This sea of great sorrow, happiness and agony. And with every tide, I am never swept away.
Instead I'm forced to linger here throughout months, weeks, years, hours and days.
Because, my dear, you are my anchor that pins me to the sea.
This sea of wonderful, chaotic, bitter sweet, lovely agony.
You drown me in these depths I dare to never escape from; for I no longer aspire for the shore.
You are my anchor and I your mistress of the sea.
My darling, this love we've built, we've built on beautiful tragedy.