The Sea Copyright 3/22/97 by Dan Sharpe.
|I stand at the shore of the sea,|
wishing you were here with me.
|Soft, passioned, waves gently lap at the sand,|
like I would caress you with my loving hand.
|The glow of the Sun fills the crystal blue summer sky,|
like the warmth of my love for you would fill up my eyes.
|The all covering sea streatches on, ending never,|
as my love would cover and hold you forever.
|A pair of gulls dance in the salty fresh air,|
just like each fresh new morming we'd share.
|As I sit down, I write in the sand,|
"I love you, please come take my hand."
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