Across the Atlantic,
where they made the Titanic
Heart, mind, and soul,
they are all with you
Brushing your hair,
while making another dare
I could be holding your hand,
while flailing through the land
We could be playing in the grass,
while drinking from a never-ending wine glass
Picnics in the park,
where I stole your heart
Splashing in a local spring,
where I found your earring
An ear riddled with pain,
pain that I wish to explain.
I love you my dear,
and I promise no more tears.
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