Let the world come to me

For hours I lie here
paralyzed with sadness
remembering the two of us
listening to the sea.

Why does there have to be
pain because of parting
when there was such a joy of starting
this creation of you and me?

So utterly exclusively private
there upon the beach
and all within our reach
our love did exist.

What women want is simple
a feeling of security,
a sun shadowed purity,
a feeling bliss.

Men are far less free
I mean sexually,
than women seem to be...

I've always had this feeling,
"let the world come to me".

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