Your smile is near me
but you are not.
Your hands are far
away but I feel your caress.
What was it we had,
could we have it again?
You look not toward
the Atlantic,
The voyages sought for
are at too great a price.
No amount of months
before hand,
No higher rates of
savings will make up
The dividends you’re
invested in another.
While I see your teeth
through gladdened lips
And imagine fingers on
areas shaved
I try to avert my eyes
from yonder ocean because
My love knows no price too great to say no.
My love knows no price too great to say no.
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