She's like a treasure in depths Dares not shine to my ugly face
Keeping herself sacred from my futile grasps
Leaving me yearning however long it takes
I'm drowning in such a feeling there's no taking back
Wind and ocean always telling me to go back
Yet my heart is a compass that can't point back
A huge storm awaits before my succession; Or so I thought
Before succumbing to mental occlusion
I can't think nor I can exist In this state of probation
How could life be so different if I were just a bit more lucky
Either on not finding the map or not trying to bring the treasure back
She was like a siren, and I was on the hook immediately. Yet the bait tasted so gracefully.