My darling wait on the shores of turbulent seas even as the skies turn dark as wine for I will be there soon with maybe the moon and tales of adventures yet unknown,
My dear I'll wait on these shores through storm or shine for the days in which these souls may collide
I'll stay here even with the rising tide, with the seas rising up my thighs
My darling, do you still wait on shores of crystal and grass, my ever present and ever longing lass. Do you wait under the glistening canopy of a nighttime sky?
Do you look at the moon and wonder if I gaze on it as well. I promise I'll return with wealth abound and we may run away
My dear, my love I wait for the day I possess your name. I look out over seas of liquid gold. My love, I sit on grassy shores yearning for the days where your head would be in my lap and I'd play with your burgundy tresses
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
