As the water rises I flail and kick, I struggle for the land I see Right here, right in front of me. The sun falls and it fall quick, But these floods have wet the wick Of the candle that was to set me free. To the sun and the sand I make one final plea, "Help me before I quit; tired, battered and sick." All my life I have wanted just one thing, And I have searched without fail For as long as I can remember To find a finger to put my ring, Belonging to a certain female Who loves me as much as I love her.
Reason for writing:
Because i'm a helpless romantic and have no luck w/ women.
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