My escape fled
has all a strength.
For you dear I’d
go to any length.
Tears they burn
out me but a blue.
For an ocean you
are in me remove.
I detach morph it
is my consequence
when the warmth
in me commence.
Shall what I paint
turn to mortal pled
my mortal senses
pled unto my head?
For moment have
me then I’m gone.
For my image can
be so poorly drawn.