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.