Water
My desire to fish burns deep from inside,
I can not stand to be away from the ocean.
And every time I see water I get the notion,
To head to the dock where from the world, I can hide.
And with Mother Nature, I can abide.
The salty air is like a sweet love potion
And the waves seductive, with their flowing motion,
Put a smile on my face a mile wide.
It is from the sea that I cannot escape,
The ocean is calling my name
And if it's nothing I catch, it will be a shame.
I must return empty handed to the cape.
It is surely the sea that holds my heart,
And not even death can due us part. s go here)
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