A minute vibrating piece of jelly quivers upon the dashing rocks.
Claret tints, strands and sinews.
Doesn't like the sunshine.
It dries it and fries it.
No nerve stimulation.
Nearly dead.
Neatly lacking lustre.
The heart of the lover, once all at sea.
You smile.
Thinking perhaps, it's a strange jellyfish.
You look closer.
Interpretation's not your strong point.
You never knew how she felt.
Alas, tis not,
Her heart left on the unsure line.
(c)LIVVI