Upon the cliffside, a lover lay
The breeze begging her hair to play
Her fingers twirling a flower she picked by the bay
Her lips whispering the thoughts she’d pray
Off on the horizon, there must be a man
With firm gaze and broad-shouldered stance
She nervously asked God to lay a selfish plan
To shipwreck him there, or at least guide his glance
Each wind blew out to sea that day
She shook her fists at the sky’s span
And stood, looking at the sunset in a trance
A tear dried to her cheek with one final scan
Of the distant place the waves went to stay
Yet she smiled as she rested her wearied head
Stars dotting and dazzling the darkening expanse
For every day her attention was not elsewhere led
The universe would make its loving advance
December Rose 
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