A home, a home alone,
looking out the window from the third floor,
looking out across the palm trees in the garden,
looking out to the ocean,
the ocean as beautifully blue as can be,
and watching the boats sail by,
watching the birds fly,
watching the people on the shore,
and enjoying the peace and the solitude,
in a great escape from the noise of the town’s streets,
the towns streets where the market traders compete,
amidst the pretty coloured buildings,
and the shouts and the cries of all who want to sell,
and all who want to buy,
but I am glad to be up here,
glad to be relaxed staring vacantly out across the ocean,
and I cannot complain,
for I am relaxed and waiting for you to arrive,
waiting for you to arrive in a little boat across the waves,
waiting for you to come and cuddle me,
waiting for you to kiss me so gently,
waiting for you to be in my arms again,
glad to be in the fresh air,
as the smell of the flowers rise up from below,
in their gloriously fragrant refrain,
and as I wait for you,
as I wait for you in peace and soliloquy,
as I watch the world go by,
on a beautifully sunny and happy day,
I stand thinking of you,
and how gloriously you fill my heart,
for life is so full and buoyant with you,
and with you my love,
my love for you flowers every day,
and my love for you, my love for you is as colourful,
and as beautiful as the flowers,
whose fragrance wafts up from below,
and I cannot wait for you to come to me across the waves,
and for you to be with me on this summer’s day,
because what better a day is there,
than a day with the one that you love,
and a love that encompasses all of you,
for in the emotions and the feelings of true love,
how they move the Earth, the heart, and the mind,
oh, it is an incredibly complex mystery,
but one that leaves you breathless,
in the magic of loves beauty,
and how beautiful my love is when she comes to me,
when she comes to me.
