letter to some love.

Who's to say what's dark and what is not
Where it happens means a lot.
In the heart there's set a sail... a river to cross at no assail.
I don't know where its going and I don't know why.
But dry is reaching too far to find.
No magic or beauty in love... except when you see
The world beneath that surface mercury.
So Listen, listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.