The boat is made of magical dreams,
As mystical as a slumbering night,
Rocking back and fourth lonely in the shimmering, sparkling sea,
Like a school of fish,
Darting around excitedly.
The boat made of hope,
As believing as ones mother,
Filling your heart with love,
Like a child angelicly singing to you in his high pitched voice.
The boat is made of love,
As romantic as a rose being politely presented,
As caring as a cute cuddly pet,
Swaying gracefully, gleefully and gently in the shimmering sea,
Like the wind slowly pecking at your face.
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