Could love ever fill an ocean,
Perhaps,
If it did, all i could say
is pack your bags my dearest one
It's time to sail away,
Where we journey
is a matter of time
wind patterns changing
the compasses line
forth further shall we
come hither indeed
into shores of fruit-filled pastures of ****
glorious purple and luscious in vine
both grape and hemp grow double in time
Journey forth into my love
let us plant the seed
forevermore on a perfect shore
let us live and breed.