Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.


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Your whispers will echo through the thundered seas
Memories will tear the sails from the canvas seams
A soldered heart that was once a levee
Now broken and flooded

Our love is a rocky shore where sailors dare to dream
Ships of words are wrecked by bombs under covers of the night
We see the sight of hope but hope is not our guide
It is a distant dream after the thunder dies

Then the journey comes alive

Hello my lover from spring
It was last June I spoke with you
I still go through those poems too
It has been forever since I changed the tulips, roses, and anemone

The flowers remind me of your ruby lips and their sweet taste
My Indie has quickly learned to sit and drop for a quick treat
But the thought of you lingers and stays
I promise to be with you soon in February

Hello my lover from this summer
I let go of the past because it is heavy
An ocean of worry no longer holds me back
I am taking the path of least resistance

You remind me of my mother
She has grown old and worn out her clothes
The effect you have had on me is profound
My writing because of you has turned youthful

The lover before you was cold as winter
Worlds apart we were but we tried
So these letters are an attempt to accept her
The reasons I have to love you outweigh my reluctance

The moon is beautiful and the skies are glimmering sadly
The stars are scintillating and our eyes are blinded by them
We don't see the sickness of obsession
Only the goodness of perseverance persists
The oceans are clearing view, clearing the foggy sight, for the ships
The mermaids have stopped breathing out the mist
Our love is no longer felt in sighs but in letters and trinkets

The point was made
But, the feeling of doubt
Seemed to linger