with the lack of proper care
wilting roses distrust…
And I look at you,
eyes behold a sadness
spreading across desire,
Seeping through the planks
of my vessel -
Must I fear the voyage?
To reevaluate the trade winds
I whisper words
where my hands
might navigate shores
that have become too distant.
Leaving fertile soil
for enemy seeds,
thus is the red sun
beautiful
yet ominous.
And as I look at you,
the girl who made sense
of ocean currents;
the siren
who set my sails on high;
the woman
standing on the bow
intent to face any storm:
The cabin below calls your name.
I have been the fool
And you - endured
my neglectful price.
Must I run this ship aground
to prove I kneel before you?
… the waters,
clear blue, warm and inviting
are unpredictable.
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Adding your comment:
Oh.... This was perfect what a wonderful poem. 
