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There you are.
So untouchable, a mystery to me.
Close yet so far.
A quiteness of still sea.
Yet I see other things.
When I look into your eyes and see.
A wild rage of endless sea that brings
A stiring in and about me.
Lady with summer hair
A smile that glows amd skin so fair.
With energy that only an artist knows.
And eyes that shine with care.
I would like to sail those seas.
To take sail on the adventure
With wind at my back and thee.
To take part in the heart venture.
Come take to the wind with me.
Cast off the lines, pull the achor, steady as she goes.
Let the sails fill to blow us across the swift sea.
Feel the sea splash on the deck and let go your woes.
Come see the whales and dolphins play.
To set the course a new.
To watch the sunset of not just another day.
To romance the wind true.
If the heavens had open up and you descend down.
I would not be surpise or displease.
I have only happiness when your around.
Not woe or angery seas.
My lady with Summer hair.
If ever man who sails had someone like you.
They would not have cause to leave nor dare
To even sail the seas of blue.
The Pirate that I am, (and this is true).
Would fight the more than a Thousand men.
Just to get a glimps of you.
So that I might see your smile and then ...
I rip out my heart and give to you.
I hold it only for your keeping.
I terry not love lightly or in lue.
Send it not away for some other's reaping.
I hand you my sword, scabbard, bucklings.
I bare my soul for you to see.
I promise only adventure and chucklings
If you sail this adventure with me.
Doeth some other hold your heart in chains?
What tower must I climb to free you of his reigns?
What wind swept sea must I cross with adventure in my veins?
Thus these questions I ask and doeth complex my brain.
My heart beats with romantic muse.
I listen to it and wonder.
Like powder and fuse.
Is it to explode with thunder?
It swells deep with adventurous toil.
And springs forth in heart filled verse.
With much emotions and little moil.
With all that romantics are cursed.
I feel you in my space and wonder "Is it fancied?"
The heart fell warmth that falls be for me.
The wantingness of that which I've chancied.
The affinity that fills me like warm swepted sea.
Many a time have I sheath my heart away.
It bruised, broken, and bleeding.
And many a time has it came forth to say
of what I am needing.
It adventures where angels fear to tread.
With fearless tact and courageous speed.
Without memory of unfortunate dread.
Charging like a shining knight on courageous white steed.
"Sally forth!" is its cry.
As I notice you walking by.
Energy flows to the Emotions as they run high.
Like ever glistening clear blue skies.
Ah, to taste the wine of thine lips.
My lady with summer hair.
To drink of you not in glups but sips.
And just to sit and stare.
To hold you close and look at your face.
Brillance cries forth from your very being.
What magic doeth thou embrace!
What Enchantness I am seeing.
I now play the role of the Fool and the Bard.
The Knight on the quest.
I have laid down my cards.
It is time for you to do what you think is best.
Copyright 1991 TimeMasters SciFi and Beyond Productions and Copyright 1993 Elf/Dwarf Productions.
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