My heart is ill and I tend to him little,
being barely adrift on uncertain tides,
looking for loves shores,
yet since our paths crossed, I've been wholly submerged,
now I properly drown, I'll properly die.
Each passing hour, I'm convinced, come mornings dawn, all the love will be gone,
but your presence defies my hopes, not a single feeling lost, not a memory gone with the tides,
keeping me within your...