Mid...Stranger On The Shore.

Go West old man, for I was told.
This is where, you will find gold.
Forever heading, towards the Sun.
This is the place, so full of fun.

The distance great, the journey long.
Flying past millions, for I do not belong.
Adjust my watch, need to shave on the way.
In search of riches, within a heart at play.

Arriving tired, lost and looking a mess.
In search of your warmth, for that is priceless.
Gold may be here, but no interest instils.
For tis your touch, that provides the thrills.

Seeking out your hand, to simply hold.
To kiss your lips, and so be bold.
To touch those eyes, your soul to fire.
To feel your colours, lifts my spirit higher.

To invest this time, to show how much I care.
To spend these days, so that we might share.
To explore your mind, and my soul expose.
To simply hold you, whilst I let you doze.

Tis simple pleasures, that's all this man seeks.
So fear not your heart, and be not meek.
To touch your smile, and feel you breathe.
Is colour and music, to "This Steve"

There is only one way to say.

"I Love You".

But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate.

Enjoy . Steve . Aka . "The Old Sea Dog" . 1999 . ©

An Original Created By "This Steve"

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