Frost said: 'the woods are lovely, dark and deep’

But I think he was wrong.

It is not the woods, but the ocean

That is

Lovely, dark and deep

Swaying abruptly, looking for something or someone

To calm them

Or give a sense of comfort.

It is a lot like love, the ocean:

Wild, unforgiving, wicked

Menacingly depressing, a vast openness

That quickly could be replaced with loneliness

When one has a change of heart

Leaving the victim like the ocean:

Wild, unforgiving, wicked

Swaying abruptly, looking for something or someone

To calm them

Or give a sense of comfort.

Frost said: ‘from what I've tasted of desire?I hold with

those who favor fire’

But I think he was wrong.

After the fire is gone

All that’s left is ice

In the soul of the lonely lover

After the fiery trespasser got too hot

But if I had to perish twice

I would forgive him three times.

Because the ocean is forgiving

So am I

k.m.