His face is like the trees.

I breath for you

you cry for her

and he is nothing but line in a poem.

 

His face is like the trees

my love is like the ocean

her heart is like a bolt of lightening

and your soul is the one who lost her.

 

I am yours and you are mine

she is gone and he is not you.

 

Am I to give up my stake in you

and simply give you up to the sun?

 

How is a simple soul to compete

with unabashed love?