Love Boats

Despite the crisp chill She wandered to the pebbled shore. Cold water washed her tender feet. At last, she sat beneath a pine tree on a shaven log, shaped like a bench A train of thoughts passed through her muddled mind. She wondered if life was passing her by. She shrugged. There was nothing she could do. A grey gull screeched overhead. She laughed. Ships, small or large, would go on their way, Especially love boats on their route to exotic shores, but she had to stay put, Until he came back to her again. Then she would be euphorically happy once more. Thus she dreamed and fantasized, moulding her life according to her standards. But love cannot be forced nor found on love boats. They are created deep in the heart or as was her case, lost at sea in a terrible turbulent storm.