Thru Maritime Miles 7-A Pirate's Plea
Dear Lori, my lady, my darling divine
My vision of beauty, my radiant shine
More precious to me than the tulips you bring
That opened for me in the sips of my Spring
Your lips are the dells of the wells that I drink
The pink in the blues of the bells in my sink
The sweet summer smells in the fragrance of rose
That rise in the swells of the scents in my nose
Your eyes are the orbs in my heavenly sight
They sparkle and shine with the heat of delight
They will me and fill me with starlight above
They spill me the wine of your free-flowing love
Your heart is my hearth and my pillow of peace
My calm in the balm of a soothing release
My ocean of milk in a free, flowing tide
That follows my silk in a three-second glide
The bubble you burst is my right of command
The trouble you cursed by the sight of my band
The fool that is me is no true folly dodger
Perhaps what you see is a blue Jolly Roger
The lack of a lift is a lofty complaint
The loss of a gift to be more than I ain't
The wreck of my ship and the flight of my crew
Is leaving my trip in a seafaring stew
The pleasure of you is the peak of my perk
To leisure with you in a week after work
A matter of lust that we leak in restraint
A tatter of trust for the meek and the Saint
To 'bide in your glow is to pause in your light
The side that you show for the cause that is right
The row that we hoe in our quest to succeed
Will grow in the flow of the best we can feed
The sorrow of loss is the second you choose
To borrow the cross for the minute you lose
The sting that we lack in our struggling ahead
Will bring us right back to our snuggling in bed
The loneliest heart is the strongest to feel
The homeliest part that is longest to heal
The rapture I seek is no climb of regret
To capture the peak of a time to forget
The tender respite is the right kind of love
To render it right is the height of above
The good that you show by the smile I see
Is something you grow by the mile for me
Dear Lori, my lady, and soon-to-be wife
Your story of love is the glory of life
Your gift is my song and the powers you bring
To gather my heart in the flowers of Spring.
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