Cupid At The Shore

I told her I loved her down by the sea,

     And the ocean my story repeated;

She drank in my pledge and smiled up at me

     From the ragged cliffs where we were seated.

She knew I was fibbing, I knew that she knew,

     But ‘twas sweet to be cooing and billing;

For down at the sea there is naught else to do,

     And I knew that the maiden was willing.

I told her I loved her down by the sea,

     She met me half way in devotion;

For love at the seaside is passed around free,

     And that’s why we all love the old ocean.

Oct. 6, ‘98