Tis not I but eye..to see the blindness of dear ears

The love is loss, lost in love?
The ship has sailed, the vessele died.
The anchor holds no more...
The bitter wreckage of the heart, does one good to explore.
Tender words, arms held tight, the air i cant breath at night!
A sinking ship does light by night, a moon glow pet peeve.
Release the current vessels, explore the one to say..tis not eye to see the blindness, of dear ears gone astray.