In the forge
I toil and turn
This dull and empty piece of earth
Into a shape
Pleasurable to see
Meant for your glittering eyes alone
Across the sea
I row and sail
This small and humble craft of wood
To reach the place
Where you lay
Awaiting my travel worn body only
Upon the bed
I hold and caress
This wondrous and beautiful love of mine
Who by morn
Will be far away
Alone but close at heart
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