What love I have for thee, what love I have.
Like the moon loves the sun-beam red morning
Just before it goes to sleep in the arms of mother;
Like the waves love the shore – and they lap up –
Caressing the beaches with each wet sigh.
(Rick Talbot, c. 2006)
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