I found this bottle by the sea.
A message sent to me?
One cold dark December night.
I wish it may,
I wish it might;
Be from my lover.
Intended pour moi,
Not any other.
It read to whom it was for:
"This is what I wish from life.
To hold your hand on the shore.
Kiss your tears when there's strife.
And nothing more.
Leaving two sets of footprints in the sand,
the ocean will wash and greatly roar.
Shells crunch at our feets demand.
I hear your voice and nothing more!"
I reply,
Scribbling in hurriedness and scared.
As seagulls o'er soar.
My heart is bared.
For you my love and nothing more.
"Find me by the sea.
It is where I belong.
There's no place I shall be,
Than waiting for my angel's song.
That has become the lover's lore.
My dark haired beauty,
And nothing more.
Your eyes are in the oceans night as I gaze and stand.
To feel your touch instead of sand,
- I do implore:
To hold your hand,
And nothing more.
I smell the salty ocean breeze.
It reminds of your scent.
It is only a tease.
Reminiscent.
Of our days of yore.
I am nothing without you.
And nothing more."
In sheets of cold rain I throw the bottle in.
I swim and begin.
To look for you.
In the ocean's blue.
And my body finds this a chore.
I start to sink.
To become nothing more.
I drown and I cry
Beneath life's sea I lie.
Laying on life's ocean floor.
It's you I want,
And nothing more.
"There's no other place,
That I'd rather be.
Than to kiss your face."
I cry as I reach and I race;
To open up heaven's door.
Then I feel your tug.
Then nothing more.
I awake in your warm arm.
Away from death.
Away from harm.
You made either nor.
As we lay on the sun rising shore,
We hold each other.
And nothing more.
You're my heart.
My heroine in this place.
You're my love.
My saving Grace.
Along with you life I do adore.
I want you forever.
And nothing more.
Author Bio:
Ian Alford is a poet, an author, artist, and a single daddy, who enjoys spending time with his kids. "Nothing More" is a poem about the loneliness of being a single father. Ian also enjoys the arts, such as painting, drawing, writing fiction, poetry, and photography. As a writer he has had his work appear in Charleston's The Post & Courier, and in Columbia's The Gamecock Newspaper.
A message sent to me?
One cold dark December night.
I wish it may,
I wish it might;
Be from my lover.
Intended pour moi,
Not any other.
It read to whom it was for:
"This is what I wish from life.
To hold your hand on the shore.
Kiss your tears when there's strife.
And nothing more.
Leaving two sets of footprints in the sand,
the ocean will wash and greatly roar.
Shells crunch at our feets demand.
I hear your voice and nothing more!"
I reply,
Scribbling in hurriedness and scared.
As seagulls o'er soar.
My heart is bared.
For you my love and nothing more.
"Find me by the sea.
It is where I belong.
There's no place I shall be,
Than waiting for my angel's song.
That has become the lover's lore.
My dark haired beauty,
And nothing more.
Your eyes are in the oceans night as I gaze and stand.
To feel your touch instead of sand,
- I do implore:
To hold your hand,
And nothing more.
I smell the salty ocean breeze.
It reminds of your scent.
It is only a tease.
Reminiscent.
Of our days of yore.
I am nothing without you.
And nothing more."
In sheets of cold rain I throw the bottle in.
I swim and begin.
To look for you.
In the ocean's blue.
And my body finds this a chore.
I start to sink.
To become nothing more.
I drown and I cry
Beneath life's sea I lie.
Laying on life's ocean floor.
It's you I want,
And nothing more.
"There's no other place,
That I'd rather be.
Than to kiss your face."
I cry as I reach and I race;
To open up heaven's door.
Then I feel your tug.
Then nothing more.
I awake in your warm arm.
Away from death.
Away from harm.
You made either nor.
As we lay on the sun rising shore,
We hold each other.
And nothing more.
You're my heart.
My heroine in this place.
You're my love.
My saving Grace.
Along with you life I do adore.
I want you forever.
And nothing more.
Author Bio:
Ian Alford is a poet, an author, artist, and a single daddy, who enjoys spending time with his kids. "Nothing More" is a poem about the loneliness of being a single father. Ian also enjoys the arts, such as painting, drawing, writing fiction, poetry, and photography. As a writer he has had his work appear in Charleston's The Post & Courier, and in Columbia's The Gamecock Newspaper.
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