She looks intensely out to sea
 Hoping she finds harmony
Within these soft and gentle waves 
Her gift of peace she always craves

The gentle rain to soothe her brow
Lace to touch her heart somehow
Courage to find what she needs
Love so gentle well received

Tenderness is all she craves
Happiness in gentle waves
Purity within her soul
Someone's heart to always hold

 Love is gentle sweet reward
Carries her to special shore
Never looking back to find
Sorrow that she left behind.


~ Francine Pucillo ~

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