Love Will Always Find Its Catamaran

You say you’re glad that now we’ve reconnected: Introspectively, “I think anymore, takers” Then a dullards-thought: Doesn’t the sea play cupid. Crashing too surfs, falling into breakers... So having; returned once-more ashore! I trackback by a darker bluer horizon- Of forgetfulness: What; marine, decor! Do coral reefs have to pull-down the Mizzen...? If I discover lands where oceans; meet the sky Where; impermanence conjoins together! Lands of starry mass... souls and hearts so-near-nigh! Without doubt; I would be her drowning-sailor... No matter what the tentacle world does plan Love will always find its catamaran.