A Stress Poem, Not a Love Poem

It feels as if I'm in the sea,

and we're not meant to be.

So the waves pull me,

and they heave

us further apart.

I never wanted to depart.

Our love is a work of art.

All I want is your heart,

and all I can give in return is mine.

as sweet as the scent of pine,

our relationship is really fine.

I'd never want it to end.

I could never go back to being just a friend.