My heart I forbade to love. For to love is to welcome pain. depth of depth drowns. rise of the tide erodes self. desire of desire leads to fulfillment’s lack wind blown emotions beat the heart’s coast scraping, raping the terrain of vegetative life for love, so many loves lost have rooted remains growing growing into forests of memorials to love’s lost and lost love so heart becomes one with pain even in the soliloquy of true love gained.