I've waited for you,
Sought you, oh, these many years,
In the dusty rows of books,
Of a multitude of libraries,
And old bookstores,
Along the shores of foreign
Seas, and beneath the moon,
The only thing we share,
Leaving messages upon the wind,
Teaching the gull by the sea,
To cry out unceasingly,
Hoping that someday, somehow,
One of us would find the other,
And share the books the moon the seas,
Becoming lost no more,
So easily found,
In one another's arms.
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Donovan Baldwin