Henry written by J. G. Elas at Spillwords.com



written by: J. G. Elas



The heart of whom
I long for exists
far beyond my
own shores.

He was the one I
dreamed about,
the one who I
never met at all.

It wasn’t til my sails
moved to and fro,
354 miles, that I
learned the sound
of his name.

My eyes met his
the first time;
I’m never the
same again.

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