The ones we love the most
are those we never knew
but like the sea, from coast to coast
our love has only grew

The ocean in its miserable blue
it was always and never this way
yet no one ever  had a clue
at least it's what they say

The salty raindrops that they have cried
were like pens pooring their ink
?I ask myself: why have they died
yet there's no answer of I can think