Be Glad Love
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Mark Heathcote
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Given to me is the life of the sea
forever rolling in and out of view;
Green then turquoise, then sometimes clear-blue,
given to me is the life of the sea
it rages and then becalms in front of you.
It has high-seas, then low-soft waves that mew,
that circle and laps the world that is you.
Love, I bring oils and herbs and Indian tea,
given to me is the life of the sea
unpaid, wearisome like bills overdue,
each account must be paid its full rupee.
Each wave comes to touch the shore and quay,
must make retreat and wave goodbye one day,
be glad love, harboured - that isn't today.
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