My love

Memories are slipping,
and what is gripping is worries.
Worries which are worthless;

The memories which were there,
deep in my heart; good memories.
now it pierce, as the love is gone.

But the beach wave has taught me,
it takes away something;
It gifts something when it returns.

In return it has given me Bee.
My love, from deep inside the ocean,
deeper(my love) than the ocean.