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The Isle of You

February 18, 2013
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Every wave of the sea that separates,
awash with my love for you.

With the urgency of storms,
my love would lap upon your shores
unrequited and barred entry were it so.

Merely touching the skirts of your being,
the fringes of your fringes –
better that, than be stranded out of sight,
unaware of the Isle of You.

Every current, pulling to and fro,
the swaying in between of being close to you
and yet far away.

But these drifting, dragging currents,
these endless waves of feeling,
the tidal waves to weather,
only carry me closer to your shores,
to the very Isle of You.

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