world of love

For some reason the sea has always been a companion of lovers... Once upon a time I loved the sea as much as I love Him. But now I hate the sea , I live near the sea , although I'm used to the air of the sea … He also had blue eyes, like the color of the sea . To him I used to say "my sea" and sometimes it seemed to me that the color of the sea Borrowed from his eyes. We would always go to the seaside together. We would look at the sea for hours... I would say my newly written poems , and he would listen to me in amazement ... my poems at that time to myself it would seem ordinary. Maybe because I dedicated to Him, or and because I said it accompanied by the hum of the sea?!.. Nothing in life is forever... Sea sea The eyed "sea" was jealous of me, took it from me... After losing it sea breakI only went once, a bunch of chamois to sprinkle the sea … Chamomile was His favorite flower... But I couldn't. because, of the sea I speak of, of the sea I describe I dedicated all the poems to him. After all, I am sea-eyed "sea" I didn't distinguish... Now He is gone. There is me, and the sea...