She sits there idly by the spring.
She sits there tending to her things
Of godly Genesis it seems
That holds her eyes from eyeing me.
I must confess I am a fool
To look upon the ocean's daughter
And think I could forsake the rule
And live to love and wed the water.
I am a fool undoubtedly,
Beguiled by the raging sea.
The water never could a lover be,
But foolish still I want to be.
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Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian
Thơ caA collection of poems I've written and am writing concerning love, loss, life, death, darkness, hope, and many other subjects.
