The Beauty of Smugglers Cove

A smuggler’s cave upon the shore

‘Neath the rolling sandy beach

Blue sky above the entry

As angry surf rushes in the breech.

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Sailboats bob upon the horizon

White in the rolling blue wash

The surf flowing around me

As I enter through the slosh.

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My mind turns back the years

Watching movies from my papa’s knee

Expecting to see a bountiful treasure

But instead, a beautiful maiden in filigree.

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Hair of gold and eyes of aquamarine

Face tanned, high cheekbones and red lips

Arms dusted with a hint of sand

All other maidens she eclipsed.

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I asked ‘Are you a mermaid’?

To which she laughed and said ‘No, not I’

I felt silly for asking such a question

I sat down, cheeks burning and sighed.

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We talked of the sea, the beach, the cove

We smiled and laughed at the sky above

At nightfall, I slept heedless of the tides

Dreaming this maid was my one true love.

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I awoke the next morning upon the shore

With a taste of saltwater on my lips

No sign of the maiden from the cave

But left with memories of her seductive hips.

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A mermaid in real life I fancy

As real as any maid I met before

That one night in her sweet company

Emblazoned in my mind forevermore.

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I have often returned to smuggler’s cove

In search of that maid and love of mine

Sometimes I fancy I see her

Swimming happily upon the brine.

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My beauty of smugglers cove.