I promised you I would build you,
A house on the sea shore.
And so I did,
Of shells and coral and broken glass.
I promised you I would grow you,
A garden.
And so I did,
Of thistle and thorn bushes and purple berries.
I promised you I would keep,
Your secret.
And so I did,
Through snow and rain and burning heat.
I promised you I would die,
For you.
And so I did,
Every day and hour and year.
Do you wonder now why the sea is made of salt?
Tell me what you think
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This is a really nice piece. Very nice example of your work, particularly the whole dramatic last line thing which you do so well!

Great work hun, I love you,
Cadence, the blessed one. (My name until further notice, lol)

