Sonnet for Quitters

When blushing face and flirting glance dissolve,
and sighing breath and downcast looks replace,
what measure of love can e'er hope to solve,
the loss of these hours and days spent in chase?
For though time has carried us like a ship,
drifting, we gave to attempt to man oars,
in storm and gale the horizon does flips,
no star in the sky can bring us on course.
Your words, the anchor, but chained to my feet,
your teardrops fall like the rain in my eyes.
Our love, not as tides and the shoreline meet,
but the mythical place where seas meet skies.
If you have no paddle, no oar, no stick,
then dangle your feet off the stern and kick.