of frothy white-capped waves -
I still remember your lightning laugh and thunder smile.
I still remember my love with the tiger-lily eyes.
Darling, I am still under the spell
of hearing you whisper
"I love you" on the first
early spring breeze.
I still feel the smooth of your lips
on my neck as your kisses
mixed with misty mid-May rain.
How long will this distance remain
between us?
Will it be until the seas
buckle & fold
and
our paths cross again?
Yes - for
only then will the
white-capped waves
rest.
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