Picking Daisies In The Sun, Love Poems

I tossed a love poem to the sea,
I told it swim, my words, I let you free.
They came to rest upon an isle's golden sand,
they declared not that they were written by my hand.
She read the grains while picking daisies in the sun
an unknown heart I'd never know I'd won.

Gladly do I part with thee
words of love given to the sea.
Awash on shores of lonely sand
etch in grains with unknown hand.
I know one whose heart is free
will give her love to the guileless sea;
if our worlds should combine by fate
my sails will call and I will wait,
I shall smell the sweet flowered air
and weave fresh daisies through her hair.

I read a love poem in the sand
that wrote itself with unknown hand.
I felt although a mystery
those words of love were meant for me.
I looked upon the glistening waves
and heard his song and said his name.
On a great ship he sailed alone
and to his heart I now belong.
I gathered all my daisies round,
and fashioned him a living crown.