On a sunny summer island
Where a beauty waits for me
Not a cold a windy highland
But a paradise on sea
Though I know she's busy living
Far too smart to sit and pine
In my dreams she's always giving
Lots of thoughts to me and mine
As the winds that cross the ocean
Carry parts of me to sea
She's a blur of constant motion
Bringing energy to me
She's the end of my affection
And I wish that she was mine
She's my taste of sweet confection
And the finest glass of wine
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It rhymes and scans well. Punctuation is not my strong point so can't say where it should be
(I'm always being told I over do it or not enough)
When it comes to poetry 'You're the needle in my haystack'
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Her island does sound dreamy and I know she'll smile when she reads this.
Love,
Amera
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I hope so, if she does
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