I am nothing to you unless the sea watches
as each tremulous wave passes on the surface
majestic and noble the ocean roars and laughs
nothing bothers its tides the rise and fall of love
on the surface of life history discusses
the causes of movements similar to physics
however the heart knows when love is just a game
in the big picture time itself quivers slowly
nothing matters but space full of dark energy
gravity cannot draw two bodies together
that repel each other as we observe each day
over and over time and time again these games
you play I play as well but to others it means
only a waste of time and energy of love
understood by just one and no more than just one
under the sea you can find me these ruddy claws
nobody wants to eat captured and thrown away
libraries fill with shelves full of poetry books
even librarians don't care if you steal them
still dust gathers atop the rows and rows hopeless
save me pleads every book from going unnoticed
these games you play I play as well but just as games
however no one cares when the wind doesn't blow
even the weatherman will never say no breeze
see when a tornado rips up a town destroys
every little structure in its path but still cuts
a swath like the reaper in a field at harvest
when the time comes to build again we will restore
again and again home after home until all
the townsfolk find shelter once more from the forces
channeled by God himself in a fit of anger
hungry for his people to pay him attention
even the townsfolk know who enters a union
seen as holy by God he shall not break that bond
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