Could that I have been a wave upon your shore a calming ebb and flow of endless warmth and endearment.
Then so to spend my days carelessly caressing your whitening sands,
coddling sun kissed cheeks, softening wind swept hair.
Thus won’t you set your soul to sail upon me
may that I be the tide ever tending
- To your heart
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006
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