The Wind and The Sea
       Dedicated to Benedicta

Many beautiful flowers blossom,
they blossom only to die dried.
The farmer knows they will die out
but he grows them, why?
There is a flower, which never dries,
it never whithers, it never dies.
Is it the Lily?
Is it the Rose?
No.
This flower is planted with the hands of care,
the intentions of understanding in;
the ever fertile soils of the heart.
Is it Love?
Yes,yes!
It takes a man to rise after a fall,
i have fallen and would never like to rise,
you may call me names but I donít care.
It takes a man to fall and remain in Love.
Tales of love have been told,
let me tell my tale;
I fell from the greatest of heights to
the deepest of depths in love with her.
Never saw the balls of her bright eyes,
never saw the colour of her smooth skin,
never heard her voice.
I was a fool for love,
a fool walking sheepishly into the trap of love.
I loved without sight,
I dreamt without images.
My heart was filled with
the joy of saints,
when we met.
The scene was serene,
the beach was clean,
the sky and the sea like twins
were dressed in blue
we talked through the sweet cold air.
we are like the wind and the sea,
together we forever wash the
coasts of our hearts with waves of love.