The Coastline
The Coastline
I fell in love with her on a December morning.
I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty,
her power.
I walk quickly to her,
she was dancing on the shore.
Nothing could equal her beauty.
I gazed in wonder for hours at her, sitting on the sand.
How could I have not escape to her beauty before this day?
Now I walk up and down the shore,
watching the waves.
The beauty of her be-witched my heart.
I knew when I left her,
I would yearn for her sight.
Never be complete till she was dancing my feet again.
My love was the Pacific ocean,
the peaceful sea.
I wish to be with her today.
Coyote
December 1992
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