[Do not miss the opportunity to tell a loved one how much they are loved]
Memories of lovers past drift aimlessly in an old rickety paper boat under the blue moon across the oceans of loneliness. The tides of trouble rise as the oars of heartache and regret slap the surface of the salty waters of sorrow. The ripples cascade forever across the oceans of loneliness. Blue teardrops smudge the words on the planks of the rickety paper boat, our naked souls drowning in self pity struggling to stay afloat. Only the breath of father time can ease the pain and dry the drops of sorrow across the oceans of loneliness.