Dont Tell Me The World Is Ending And Ive Not Yet Loved

I don't have the right words anymore..
I can't help you friend, for this ship is sinking, weighted with heavy priceless cargo, a merchandise many long to have..... and I can't even give it away.
I close my eyes, I inhale deep, and as I exhale....no relief..only tears.
I'm scared I'm gonna die and never taste the salt of the ocean within.
Beautiful waves they are...
I know irony....Only it loves me.
The bitter cold circulating throughout the chambers of my heart.  
Restricting  any chance of a 98.6° recovery.
I would drink to fill this need, and empty this load,  but I'm 100 proof sure my deeply rooted conviction would just go against the grain.
Providing no instant comfort, only more doubt.
In myself, in humanity.
Maybe my great love was not meant to Grace this life.
Or maybe Grace is my great love.
Or maybe I should consider that black is white and white is black when I close my eyes and maybe love requires hurt and hurt requires love after all.
Or....then again...maybe not.
Ehh...what do I know anyway about love?...or salt?....or Grace?