I’m nervous.
I suppose that’s to be expected.
You said to be continued -
I’m sure you’re nervous too.
You look pretty in the moonlight
Standing there, eyes bright:
Uptight.
I barely even know you.
There’s time for all that.
Deep and rich
Are the rolling waves, pulsing tide,
Like the waters of an exotic land
I hope to find with you.
It seems we are travelling there now,
Without moving an inch.
I’m closer to you now,
Beginning to understand that
Before I met you, I wasn’t looking;
Now I’ve found the best treasure,
And I will treasure it,
Cleaning it when it gets tarnished.
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
I’m nervous.
I suppose that’s to be expected.
You said to be continued -
I’m sure you’re nervous too.
You look pretty in the moonlight
Standing there, eyes bright:
Uptight.
I barely even know you.
There’s time for all that.
Deep and rich
Are the rolling waves, pulsing tide,
Like the waters of an exotic land
I hope to find with you.
It seems we are travelling there now,
Without moving an inch.
I’m closer to you now,
Beginning to understand that
Before I met you, I wasn’t looking;
Now I’ve found the best treasure,
And I will treasure it,
Cleaning it when it gets tarnished.
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