Longing, I longed for you
A hundred year's a thousand
Even more.
There might be a mountain peak,
Alone but full, with snow.
Those hill's we see and how
They, Arch there backs,
For all to see.
Would I not with you, be better off
And you with me?
River's part we both know why,
They part to know the sea.
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With the muse of the sea of love! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.