This Sandy Shore

Your loveliness is like a mountain stream
Your eyes are deep in sadness' dark shadow,
While your crimson lips I kiss in a dream,
In the soft clover of morning's green meadow.

Your voice is the song of the nightingale,
As sunset overtakes the glistening seashore,
For you are far away under receding full sail,
And I am alone in moonlight missing you more.

The touch of your hand gently upon my cheek,
The caress of mine across your tearful brow,
Tears at the anchor of my heart growing weak,
From fears I'll not hear your true love's vow.

So now I pray angels watch and keep you immune,
And bring you back soon to this sandy shore,
Where on this beach below the stars and moon,
I'll embrace the only one my heart could adore.