Poem in a bottle

I can feel love drifting ever so close to
me. I walk the sandy shores
with a seashell in my hand as the grains
trickle between my toes, tickling me
with every step that I take.

The moon is almost full with a purple
hue of clouds covering the sky.
The smell of salt lingers in the air!
The waves are mesmerizing to watch,
the colors dance in union with the moons
glittering presence.

Out of the corner of my eye
I see glass bottle reach the shore.
My mind is to busy wandering
off thinking of the creatures that live
under the sea to pay any attention to what it could be.
The bottle now bangs on the oceans floor of seashells,
it may have went unnoticed if it had not now lain still.
A piece of paper covered in sand lays in the bottle
that I now hold in my hands.
This is what it reads,
a poem just for me,
I now start to read.

I can feel my love getting
closer everyday.A girl to
call my own on these tiring
lonesome days.A tender hand
to hold as I walk down the
beach, no words need to be
spoken to build our loving
memories. A kiss to her lips
as I bid her goodnight, her
hand softly leaves mine as
I once again wander back into
the night. I can feel my love
growing closer everyday.
I can hear her heart calling out my name.
A poem in a bottle will lead her
to me, or am I to forever be lost
in her words of lost memories?

I can feel my love drifting closer to me everyday
and until he finds me I will forever sit here and
wait. A poem in a bottle to read every night, wishing
on the stars to give me the man who will forever
be my knight.