Loving you is strange,
Like departing on the Titanic,
Wishing everything to be good and well,
But somehow sensing the impending doom.

But unlike the Titanic,
Nobody will die,
Just be broken hearted,
As two lovers are torn apart.

"Iceberg Ahead!"
My head is screaming,
"Engines On Full!"
My heart is acting.

Sometimes,
I wish I knew myself better,
So I could save myself from the hulking mass below,
Rescue my soul before my lurking fate.