Love, o’sweet, o'warmly, so a stutter

Truth brings heartbreak, truth will make your heart ache.

Thy must feel butterflies yet none flutter.

This mistake, these feelings cannot partake.

Cheeks bloomed to rose, spread to nose, thyself freeze,

Love is lovely, but unlovely to me.

To me instead, akin the sting of bees,

Is something to which I do not agree .

Sorrows unsaid, something to do instead.

Beneath our feet, wooden docks, our goodbye.

A blow of the breeze I wish to be unwed.

A soft touch, a light shove - dive, do not fly.

O’down, the ocean drowns in its embrace.

Farewell, ‘beloved’, me you shall not chase.