Remaining the ocean, salt weed and waves; treacherous emotion designed to enslave dogged devotion til' reaching the grave, this eternal demotion from love to depraved shell of erosion, its heart was too brave and even death's potion won’t soothe or save.
Very nice Rhyme Isis…I havent written a Rhyme yet, but I love to read them, and this is very nice.
Thank you!