A Song of Hope

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I am the Poet of love

She is my beloved shore,

Washed by my own verses,

I steal swiftly from behind

The blue horizon to cast

Silver of my foam upon the

Gold of her sand and we both

Blend in melted brilliance

I quench her thirst and

Submerge her heart;

I softens her voice and

Allow my flute to her lips

At twilight, I recite the

Rules of love upon her ears,

And embrace her closely,

At eventide, I sing to her

The song of hope, and then

Print smooth kisses on her

I am swift and fearless, but

She is quiet, patient, polite,

Thoughtful and lovely too!

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI