for years my heart tingled each time I met her
that old friend of mine, the sea,
for it was then I thought you might be watching
the same moon rise
your toes wiggling in the sand
and feeling me reach you
on your distant shore
in the waves
now that we are both inland
will the wind suffice
to whisper my heart
in your ear
and remind you
I love you still?
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