X Marks the Spot
Yo ho ho and a bottle of wine;
Your heart will be mine.
You will make me walk the plank;
Because on your love I can bank.
Me heartie, I be coming for you.
Brave a cutlass battle, through and through.
Secret isles we will go a-sailing.
Give me another kiss, never failing.
Land ahoy, here I am looking for your treasure.
A map of your heart is my only pleasure.
I will find ye, that will be my lot;
Because X marks the spot.
Copyright © Chris Smith | Year Posted 2010
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