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About This Poem
Bonne by the sea
Oh marry me,
My bonne by the sea
where salty laughter laps ashore.
Barefoot in moon-kissed sand,
I'll hold your warm hand
while the vicar binds us ever-more
Promise you will,
along emerald grass hill.
The moon and the stars witnessing.
My bonne, love true,
Instead I bury you
while the vicar gave his blessing.
Along emerald grass hill,
you lay ever still
Patiently awaiting me.
My heart but shattered,
to the mourning winds scattered
bury me beside bonne by the sea.
Someday soon,
by the light of the moon.
We shall stroll hand in hand.
The moon and the stars,
will soon be ours
In our spirited wake, prints in iridescent sand.
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