Poem -

love from the below dweller

I am the nautical noise you drift upon

To calm to awaken to a place till felt till sleep again
Dream along our paths align with little friction
We must be meant for each other's presences

We March the sea, with kind in heart and these heart beats have haste for we March fierce with a force that rattles those we behoove to come with

We shift minds alternative and remain patient for what we dream for we know, they happen for they are
And will be again in the days and the nights

Nothing comes the same as the last days treasures
No one resurrects the desire for nostalgia like you
In A pursuit called happines there is a lover to unlock it

You are that

Come my little skeleton, ease through the threshold of the doorways chambers, till the latch fails from the touch of you alone tumblers fall well

And a home is entered, with two beings scarce in figure but grand in heart, home is entered
when those hearts make one
and love is found--

Like all the stories with depth
and weight
This one fell
at the bottom
Of the sea

Where richness of cool and dark pressure you to stay
And Davy Jones waits for company but no one's perishing here, here is only the tip of the iceberg which is our summit, end and new beginning

But the globe is warmer than ever and the sun shall envy us sooner than later promise

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