Hydromance.

Navigating to port through sunken doom and waving gloom, sailing across a blue lagoon. Casting cold grey emotions like a cloudy subtle moon. The dark chronicles brighten once I'm swoon. 

It takes alot to mould my heart, I haven't mastered love as an art. Sometimes it's one date, sometimes it's two, but babe I got lucky once I found you. Let's go on that cruise that so many lovers do.

Martinis, beers, two make-love queers by the piers. What we have has leveled the waves but brought out tears. I've waited for you for years and years. ♡