Beyond the seas of melancholy, 

there was a time I held your hand,

My heart now bears an untold story...

like a ship at sea that longs for land-

A great untruth my lips have borrowed,

a boundless treasure that lines my chest,

the wealth of words are in their sorrow,

and words are all I can bequest-

We remain unwritten throughout history,

no x will mark us on the map,

but in books of prose and poetry, 

you loved me once in a paragraph-

And your love has left me on this island,

It has filled my cup to the brink,

yet I grow thirsty in this silence,

there is not a drop for me to drink..