Polly On The Shore
A Seabound Sonnet For My Muse
Introduction
I took the Fairport song about pirates and pressgangs and a sailors love waiting for his return and I wanted to weave the concept with my wonderful Muse who is an ocean and more away, so she is my own "Polly on the Shore"
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There Is An Ocean Between Us
My Faerie Princess, I Long For
I Am Your Fine Odysseus
You Are My Polly On The Shore
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I'll Sail This Sea Til Nevermore
To Hold Your Hand, And Something More
I Am Your Wandering Sailor
You Are My Polly On The Shore
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I Want To Hold You So, In My Arms
To Feel You Close, To Keep You Warm
To Share A Time Of Perfect Love
You Are The One I'm Thinking Of
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I Am The One You're Waiting For
You Are My Polly On The Shore
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Mike Singleton π Mikeydred
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Comments (9)
Another lovely romantic sonnet! Well done, Mike!
Nicely done!ππ
Ah, reminds me of a time when I nicknamed a friend of mine, "my maiden from across the sea." Nicely done, Mike.
Quite lovely and has a beautiful flowβ€οΈ
Very nice!
Loved the emotions here! Wonderful poem!
Brilliant!!! Loving your repeated line!!! Left some love too!!!
Beautiful! I loved the Polly on the Shore theme :) Well done!
very nicely done, indeed.