this poem is for someone....my feelings:

the water is wide and i cant get over
and neither i hav wings to fly
giv me a boat tat will carry two
and both shall row, my love and I

i leaned my back against some oak
thinking tat it was a trusty tree
but first he bended and then broke
and so did my false love to me

a ship tat is and will always be
she loaded deep, as deep can be
but not as deep as the love I am
i know not if i sink or swim

over love is gentle and kind
and love's a jewel while it is new
but when it is old, its cold
and faded lyk a morning dew
but as well start a new

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