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Finding someone you connect with, soul to soul, is rare and beautiful. Sometimes, someone will write something for me that is so beautiful, it feels like a crime to keep it all to myself, and this is the most true that that has ever been. My darling little sea witch has written this for me and has pleased me to the core with the beauty of her words.
Below is a poem written not by me but for me. And you’re just lucky enough that Emmi is allowing me to share with you.
The Ocean
The ocean, a lover enamored by the moon,
Caresses her shores with tender waves,
Longing for her celestial paramour,
But the moon remains unaware of her sway.
In shimmering midnight hues, the ocean gleams,
Whispering love notes upon the rolling tides,
Her every crest and ripple a devoted testament,
To the moon’s ethereal beauty she confides.
Yet the moon, lost in her nocturnal dance,
Radiates her luminous beams, unaware,
Of the ocean’s heart, forever yearning,
And the power she holds, as if in thin air.
The ocean, a steadfast devotee,
Drawn by an unseen force that binds,
Gazes at the moon with adoration,
As the moon continues her ascent, untied.
For the ocean loves the moon unconditionally,
Even if her affections are not yet delighted,
She understands her role in the cosmic ballet,
Ever faithful, with love, she remains ignited.
Oh, moon, may you one day fathom,
The depth of your influence, your celestial sway,
And realize the ocean’s unwavering devotion,
As you pull on her heart from afar, day after day.
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