She Isn't Me

She isn't me, my love, she'll never be, The anchor that can calm your restless sea. The ocean's rhythm pulses through your veins, A restless soul forever bound to roam. Though fate may keep us anchored far apart, My love, your heart still knows its way back home. I see you searching in those distant ports, For solace in the arms of foreign nights. But those fleeting flames, they burn so bright, Can never quench your longing's endless plight. Their eyes hold shadows, jealousy's dark art, Their kisses laced with bitter, cold deceit. They cling to you with desperate, grasping hands, Blind to the love your weary soul entreats. They offer fleeting comfort, hollow lies, A love that smothers, binds, and seeks to own. But I remember whispers on the breeze, A love that nurtured, your spirit had grown.