Like a sinking ship, My heart lay in your oceans.
Alas! you have sunken the very heart of my mere boat that floats over what seems to be shallow waters.
You are my wishing well of stars.
I, am like the moon.
You long for the touch of a moonbeam as I look over you and darling;
my wolf; my beast.
You’re my shooting star.
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