The clock ticks: time wasted.
I perch here so alone
Neighboring stifled phone:
Lucid love deserted.

Once I held her ardent
And my heart did sing.
Our friends persist judging
She is yet too verdant;

I shan't acknowledge them
'Tis only her I want,
To look in her Sea eyes!

Yet the Light of her memory grows dim
And the phone is silent
Love! Why hast thou chosen me to chastise?