Spoken Love
Sea breezes and ocean swells greet me
As I listen to the water's whispers.
They speak of unknown wonders
And brag of unseen treasures.
Not treasures of the world,
But treasures of the heart.
A letter still lies in a dead man's pocket,
Never seen by the eyes of his true love.
The shell of the man sheds eternal tears,
As her heart breaks anew every day.
Both spirits broken by war,
Both ravaged by the hate man feels.
At the bottom of the ocean he waits for her,
And she still stands on the balcony, watching.
These decades have yet to phase her,
Her strength has yet to fail her;
And she will wait for him,
And he will wait fo her,
And love's true kiss will never
Pass again between their lips.
Two lives destroyed with one life lost;
A man brought down.
Two souls torn asunder;
A woman down-trodden.
And hope shall never return to either
For both have given their all,
And both have seen hope slip away.
Tears will fill the ocean forever.
I was inspired on Thursday, November 21, 2002
