Trace of my affection ( the composition).

There's no way to save the composition,  for love is deep below the tide

It's beauty resembles the light in an abyss with darkness either side, 

only the innocence projects the essence of our eternal souls,

And love between the living and death becomes our loyal roles,

Had you a breath before astounding,  you kissed with a passionate true embrace 

Oh the tidings of the sea, slowly covert your sweet face

An isotope of endering void, for love I cannot dare replace 

What becomes of the shallow waters, may i tred Where angels trace,

I cannot yet sail the seas, or bring love home to you,

I've suffered many moments in realisation and effect it's true,

But love it never truly dies, nor withers with neglect, 

Has the depths of water come
To show the voyage must be brave,

I've loved you in the wake of agony,  yet for peace I've craved

Long begun the romance,  as longer live the absent heart,

For nothing of this land or ever could intern then keep apart, 

What's woven in the salty sea,  the grains of sand below the tide,

For all of love I hold within,  whilst you my love have died

May in some strange ways resemble,  a loving tomb but nill embrace, 

For I had gathered on the grounds,  where once the love the angels graced.