If you had somehow become a boat
And the boatman I would row you about-
The river... straight to the ocean blue,
Sitting under your sail with copper black hue,
Only being in love with your slender form,
Cutting across waves and smooth foam...

That would be a wonderous travel
As good as any journey unmistakable...
I the boatman and you the boat slim
Rowing and rowing across the watery film...


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