I couldn’t hold you in my coastal waters
When the ocean tugged at your heart
So you slipped your moorings
And floated away into the dark
To deeper waters under moon-lit skies
That is where your heart resides
The sea is your only mistress
Your blood flows in unison with the tides
Happiness is a deck beneath your feet
In the teeth of a gale or the heart of a squall
While I wait for you on dry land
Praying for the day you make land fall
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