How I wish the miles of white-capped hues
Were less blue, perhaps a mile or two
I’d love to stroll the sands of time with you
To meet you face to face
And to touch with fingers trace
Upon lips I’ve longed and dreamed to kiss….

To curl up in your warm embrace
And thrill to you as heartbeats race
To gaze upon your handsome face
It is all that I can think of
Beguiled by your sweet love
And I know you feel it too….

Don’t you know how I’ve savored your words as mine?
Read your lyrics and danced to secret songs in time
Oh, Master of words and most delicate rhyme
You, my love, hold the key to my heart
Though vows and oceans keep us apart
But what am I to do with dreams o’er miles and miles of misty blue?