Love Letters

She lived near the ocean, and often walked along the shore,
dreaming of her prince charming, and the land of happily ever more.
He was in God's country on a mountain top, He too had dreams
of his true love, and they were dreams that would never stop.

She would write love letters, carve them deeply in the sand,
they were off to be delivered as the waters washed them out again .
He too wrote love letters, but he scratched them in the snow
They sailed off to be delivered when winter's wind would blow .

Two deserving strangers, on a mountain and by the sea ,
each one writing letters that their love would never see.
Each one had a vision of what they thought true love would be,
He scratched his in a snow bank, she carved hers by the sea.

Their love could go no farther for all they did was dream,
each day they fueled their inspiration, from a bottle of Jim Beam.
In truth, her beach was off a bike path, near the stinky river shore
And you can bet she'll live there, unhappily forevermore.

His mountain was just a hillside near the city dump,
His inspiration was well hidden- near a rotted willow stump.
Bob Holcomb

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Two dreaming of love