Love’s Hearty Plea
Love’s in the blue, the sky, the bird, the ray.
Xanthous flicker of light - the brilliant sun.
And white, the vellum space - she spills her day.
Emerald gown, her dress; hair golden spun.
Across the tiresome sea, the divide’s great.
Reflective waves imagine softest curls.
Easygoing, flashy morning, this date.
The reds turn black and storm’s a beast of whorls.
Yet, he hangs on a crest of splintered wood.
Seaman’s invested in a hearty plea.
“Call me back home. You’ll find me all good.”
He sings “Siren of mine, I will find thee.”
It’s in his dreams, though waves do kick and bruise.
She dreams it too, that it’s his fate to lose.
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