Each love is a love
for the ages, as is yours
and like any dutiful lover
you add your sorry sapped
words to the sorry sapped
pages
Yours! more grand than all
the rest! convinced of this
or even worse, yours is
devine, or maybe a curse
Either way when your lover
joins the out going tide, when
dear friends tell you of all
the other fish in the sea?
First of all, you were just
enjoying the ride
Second of all, these marine
and moronic metaphors
make you feel like
you've eaten a bad oyster
and her love, out of season
is all the worser