While gods have gifted me propinquity
I navigate your waters free of fare,
And of your essence which I dream and breathe,
That heart I worship seems the less to care;
I am disbarred by social straits quite clear,
My paltry raft few white-capped waves could vie,
Yet hopes fair sails unfurl to bring me near
That I might crest some vista of your eye.
Yet how to charter here the course of love
When all before us lies grand seas unplumbed?
Your gaze upon horizons ever rove
As searching for some mighty ship to come;
And here I toss upon a cockleshell,
To rise and fall, believing love might swell.
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