rough wave of blue hitting beneith his feet
sitting under the nightly sky of shining stars
singing the blue with sorrow of empty soul
while a thousand of needle going through his vain
where not even a pain is felt
looking up at the falling star " and wish she forever mine"

Interesting poem. - Ken
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*laugh* Please don't think I find the theme funny. I just think the last line adds a comical quality to the peace. In case the author never thought this way, think about the fact that the love of a woman, however foolish sounding, in the end, never is foolish. I should know. T.O