Robert Jobling, Sea Music (1906)
You, Me and the Sea, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
You sit lightly in melancholy dreams,
With your flaxen hair flowing as the sea.
The beauty of your face warmed by sunbeams,
Distance kept, wonder if thoughts be of me?
Together verbal games we tend to play,
Confusing smiles we send each other’s way,
Always leaving a doubt of what to say,
Further keeping an aching heart at bay.
Afraid to ask the question should I stay?
Wrong answer will make my heart cold and gray.
Shall make no difference how hard I pray,
Will see but your back as you walk away.
Many words of love I will not mention,
For fear they would meet with your objection.