My Sailor
Out in the ocean, blue skies and silvery nights
embrace your safe voyage as your guiding light.
Days come and go, counting has to forgo
full of anticipation, one day I'll see you.
When shall that day come to actuality?
I'm haunted by your voice – could you be a reality?
The “soon” may turn to eons
I don't mind waiting, my heart is in tune.
My sailor, like solitary orbit of the moon
I know that I'll be seeing you before long . . . .
*Pinky*
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