Seamrog

So much thoughts that can run through the mind
like river flowing on a monsoon season
never run dries, till it reach the open sea
and it continues to drift with the waves
never ends .....

Time after time, there is a mixtures of feelings
a cluster of webs, a concoction of emotions
seem so right, then seem so wrong, don't know what it is
seems so bright, then seems to grave
just don't make sense .....

A heart heals, a heart finds, a heart breaks
such a vicious cycle seems to go round and round
like the hand of clock, ticking away
in a single direction, that won't stop
it goes on .........

Seamrog, how many more is left that can be spare for love's sake
to endure the more breathtaking breaking grounds of love's sound
each day, as it heals, it comes back again some day
each day, as it gets better, the steady climb back to the top
Oh SEAMROG, how it seems difficult to let you go.