For My Love, At Sea

in the breeze, the beach grass waves--
but can only stay;
in the breeze, the lake waves move--
but can only leave;
and always,
the light.

my dearest heart, i can only love you--
by snow, by summer,
by day, by night;
my devotion and this poem, yours alone--
whether it is wise,
whether it is right;
and always,
the light.

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for Real Toads' Friday prompt