Past and present
Future and hope
Torn, bereft and ravaged
Waves rock my very existence
Splash of spray on faces moon lit
Sunshine and kisses
North and south
Half way, I’m torn
Love for my life existing
Love for my life becoming
Bemoaning the separation
Soon these waves, this sun
And these lips will cavort for two
Soon we, you and me
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