Dawn ignited the sky
And your eyes contained its fire
As we sat on the beach,
My arms around you.
The water lapped against cold shores
And mists danced to the sound
Of my acoustic guitar,
The ocean and our voices a choir.
Singing "Oceans" before the ocean,
Awe flooded you as you realized
There are few women in this world
Who worship on cold shores with their men.
The waters lift their voices still,
And I will join them
Alone.
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