Love stands at the edge of the world
battered by the breeze and buffeted by strong waves
wrapped in the strong arms of blind faith
cloaked by the solemn certainty of desire
the ship on the horizon dips behind the sun
Love turns and walks the three miles back to town
hope is all there is
hope is all Love has
Love walks into a bar and finds he is all alone
he orders a final drink and sits in the corner
as the night clouds mingle with the darkness
rain arrives from the south
Love heads for the door, a soaking and an empty home
he will go to sleep early tonight
and prays he will find you there
in the folds and corners of my dreams
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