Your beauty always caught me
But I’ve been caught
One too many times
And I’ve always loved poetry
But I’ve written
One too many rhymes
And I talked to the moon,
He said he’s tired of looking down
On star-crossed lovers
Maybe I’m giving in too soon
But I forgot the way to know
We knew each other.

I’ll somehow always love you
But I’ve learned now
“Love” means many things
And one of those is feeling
But those feelings
Don’t mean anything
And I spoke with the sea,
She said she’s not as wide or deep
As we once thought her
There are things that do not come free
And we thought love was cheaper
Back when we first bought her.

– s. Clark