Lovers sat watching the agitated sea
He was engaged in a soliloquy
While she softly hummed a melody
and sipped her mug of Earl Grey tea
For it was a cold day in Cape Cod
She acknowledged him with a patient nod
and whispered how the journey is often flawed
Still one can find comfort in the Word of God
He spoke of how he was misunderstood
and didn't have a happy childhood
He always tried to be good
but life was like the Battle of Belleau Wood
She assured him no one knows what fate brings
Some folks get to live like kings
but life isn't about hoarding things
Always remember to count your blessings
Her carefully chosen words made his day
and held the ghosts of his past at bay
Hoping in time they will fade away
He leaned over and kissed his fiancee
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