Greetings From The UK.

Standing tall, at the top of this hill.
This wind turns, the stones of the mill.
Majestic and proud, against a dark sky.
With your hand in mine, my soul does fly.

Grinding wheat, for the Bakers flour.
Providing, demonstrating, all that power.
Extracting energy, from within thin air.
As I whisper in your ear, how much I care.

Sails turn full circle, and travel on.
My soul exposed, listening to your song.
A precious few moments, of a splendid day.
A memory treasured, come what may.

Tis days like this, that your colours abound.
Mischievous sparkle, in your eyes is found.
You sailed with me, to show that you cared.
For this was a day, we truly shared.

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" .2000 .©

An Original Created By "This Steve". . .

Simply Steve

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