Before the Sticks

by Anya   Sep 7, 2021


You may always take my hands to lead me to your
lands
While I will only reach for yours until I turn these
oars
Until my love goes to sea and leaves these pearls for
thee
Until my love forgets my face and my soul has no
trace
Until my love no longer calls and my name is kept in
walls
Until my love is well and kind and I am soon left
behind
When every lesson has been learned and my last oar is
turned
That is when I’ll take your hands to lead me to the
sands

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