To the Man On the Boat
You spend your days at sea,
And in the night return.
In my arms, you'll never be,
But my heart, for you, it burns.
I wait so long for you at shore,
For you to cross the crests.
My patience strengthens each hour more,
Until with me you'll rest.
Do you see me in the black?
Does the ocean block your sight?
What does she have that keeps you back?
Is it her watery might?
Rot, I shall, for you at this beach
For when I can take you within arm's reach.
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